Another year older... tick, tick, tick. And yesterday I was looking through my poem files (all in order, very thick now...). I was doing it for various reasons but partly just because I enjoy doing it. I like looking at what I've done, what I've achieved and not achieved, I like re-evaluating some of the poems, enjoying some again, remembering some of the stories behind them. And I still think that (whatever anyone else says!) the choices that I made for the book in 2008 were right (for me). Mainstream poetry can do what it wants - really I find it a bit of a thin stream, too often heading in only one direction. I'm still glad I did it my way!
Anyway, here's an old poem (about 2005 I think). I've never done anything with it... and I suppose I could change some of it now ('elegant'? My feet? Did I have sunstroke?) and I suppose it all sounds a bit bored housewife (which in itself is a bit boring...). But what can we do... life can be boring at times... and life is what we write about, non?
Sunday afternoon sands
Women Who are not young And not old either Wander Barefoot Impractical but pretty Leather flip-flop shoes In hand
Bare feet Let us push cares Downwards Cares they call Worldly But what does the world care For family relationships Roofers who don't ring back And the complications of the modern diet?
We reach As far as we can go Time limited We turn round to go Back The way we came We look for prints we left In vain We went so lightly Surprisingly We left no marks
We see The prints of dogs Trainers Walking boots But no Elegant Naked Size 6 Feet
We ask ourselves Is this significant? Is this beach life? Does our lack of effect on the sand Mean something deeper? Is that just women all over Cares Worries Too much bloody symbolism And nothing left to show for it?
We don't Know the answers We get to the steps That go back to the rest of the world Children Family Playground House We brush Sand from our toes And put the flip flop shoes back on
One reason I liked this one yesterday is that I realised how related it was to this more recent poem (possibly my favourite of recent poems what I've written). Tracks in the sand, tracks in the snow... and off we go...
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.