Anti-date

We met not at all

In different time zones

Making absolutely no effort

To dress up, dress down

Or even dress

I lay naked in bed

You in pyjamas, (so you claimed)

All bathed, teeth brushed

We watched a dating programme

Vicariously

On laptop and TV

Slightly out of sync

In our respective countries

Exchanging quips

By WhatsApp

Before the briefest

Exchange on the phone

“Night, night”

“Good night”

We fell asleep together

700 miles apart

.

CLP 30/05/2020

Starlings

Hear that?

The deranged fluting

Of squabbling neighbours

In hedgerows, on bushes

Ceaseless bickering

An endless stream

Of chiding and chipping

Away one moves

The others follow

From pillar to post

To willow to fence

Unable to let rest

Whatever the matter be

Resolved or not

There’s always more to add

Or subtract from what’s already said

Not happy until everyone’s unhappy

Are the anti-sociable

Flocking, mocking starlings

.

CLP 30/05/2020

“Pour Une Personne?” (Original)

Pour une personne?

“Oui, merci” he led on

“Ici, monsieur.” last table

I accept my fate

~

I accept my fate

Grudgingly, placed here so

Close to Anglophones

~

Close to Anglophones

Whose conversation disturbs

I order in French

~

I order in French

Mumbling words; incoherence

Distraction de gauche

~

Distraction de gauche

My concentration weakened

Eat, drink & make notes

~

Eat, drink & make notes

Unable to filter sound

These are not my thoughts

~

These are not my thoughts

That convert to ink on page

Introduce themselves

~

Introduce themselves

Of course, it’s only polite

When one sits so near

~

When one sits so near

To taste your saliva, hear

Un-spoken whispers

~

Un-spoken whispers

Moonbeams illuminate curves

“Keep your eyes open”

~

“Keep your eyes open”

Dialogue ceases; ears wake

Touch, smell, taste alive

~

Touch, smell, taste alive

Capture this moment in time

Une personne ou deux?

~

Une personne ou deux?

Is this important,or just

Immaterial?

~

Immaterial?

There is only ever one

“Nothing’s forever”

.

Nothing’s forever

Train reaches destination

Get off? Or stay on?

.

Get off? Or stay on?

On station master’s whistle

A heartbeat to choose

.

A heartbeat to choose

Door lights signaling closure

A heartbeat to choose

.

n.b. This is the poem I originally drafted in stages. I then posted a revised ending, but actually I prefer this version.

CLP 10th / 17th May, 2020