No preamble this week...in fact no rambling at all - straight to it!
The Poetry Bus prompt from Pure Fiction is here. My poem... which at least vaguely fits the bill... is below (and the photo above is also only vaguely connected to the poem too... it's just a vague week... apparently).
All change, all the time
Standing in a river, fishing for minnows You watch and you tense and your love is a weight Further and further, your face is a picture You're scared of all swimming, of danger and fate All change
Thrown into a staffroom, with screaming and upset Your mouth whispers hurt and your eyes are down low It's harder and harder, your face is a picture You wait for the end of this particular show
Travelling elsewhere, faster and faster Flying and reaching, forgetting to phone You keep yourself busy, your face is a picture You won't make a fuss, never frown, never moan
Back from the flights and the featherweight fancies Holding a baby and calling it you You smile for your life and your face is a picture People were always that thing that you do
Caring and cleaning and being each other It comes to an end when the story is done Your eyes remain closed and your face is a picture It's over, today, people die, rivers run
Bits of song lyrics fall out in my poems all the time... and it won't be a secret to many up-to-date Scottish folk fans that a bit of my last line here came out of this song (and once it was in, I couldn't really take it back out now could I?):
That song comes from the excellent 2008 album 'This Earthly Spell' by Karine Polwart. That album also features the lovely song Polwart wrote using Edwin Morgan words - 'The Good Years'.
Other posts you might want to read:
My Edinburgh in August tales of art, poetry, food and very little sleep are here.
Lots of quotes from Zadie Smith's 'Changing my Mind' are here. And while we're on the subject you can read the whole of one of her essays online (here). It's about TV comedy and fathers and it's well worth the read.
See y'all on the Bus (other poems going up now - here).
Originally from the north of England, I live in Angus, Scotland where I walk a lot, think a lot, listen to lots of music, sometimes write poems, sometimes read poems out to other people, sometimes write songs, read all kinds of odd things, watch a bit...oh and I look after my family too.
I sometimes organise poetry and music events - details are usually here (though nothing coming up in the near future). This year I went travelling with my family - photos and notes are here. Now we're back I have moved to a new regular blog - it is here.
More about the song
You can buy my book (published 2008) from my website if you fancy it (go to 'book' page) or from www.amazon.co.uk if you prefer the comfort of the multinational corporation. My book is printed on recycled paper and card. I have 12 different poetry postcards available too.