On The Street, Leicester

May. Rain so intense it hurts

like February.

Two tall men stood

on the corner outside

the mini-mart by the station.

.

A ham and cheese sandwich

with a note shared

stories of losing fathers

in youth. Two lives

navigated by guesswork.

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CLP 14/05/2021

On Dreams v

I wake to laughter

your smile, those beautiful eyes

mine dare not open

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CLP 07/05/2021

On Water xxvii

bent double by grief

sadness enough to birth rivers

path shadowed by tears

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CLP 04/05/2021

no waiting zone

you learn fast of special places

and special days, as a child

some you already know

for some you wait; some lie await

beyond teenage-wise horizons

in your embroidered dreams

.

and some are yours

that no one else must see

until that supposed special day

when you are adult-free

.

one day you’ll leave home in your heart

you’ll know exactly what this means

a celebration, a cutting off, an escape

your day to marque the Earth

different days you’ll share

.

you learn slowly of special days,

when adult and work and life

consume so much

days explode with joy or sorrow

until that lightning strike when you celebrate today

no more waiting for tomorrow

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty-five prompt: Occasional poem.

NaPoWriMo

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CLP 25/04/2021

Around Midnight

timing was never more important

than opportunity when hungry

we ate out, or would grab something

maybe just an amuse-bouche

at the bus shelter, a first course perhaps

irrespective of weather

because hungry is no respecter of climate

we always ate together

we rarely went without without

in sun, the rain, the snow

until naturally our routines began to drift

into more regular meal routines

before economy and fate peeled us apart

eventually

I returned one midnight

to oranges, not as a ravenous teenager

body craving any food or fruit every hour

these midnight oranges were rarer

at first a self-indulgent treat

until our segmentation complete

meant for awhile midnight oranges

were the only food

that I had to eat

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Two prompt: metonymy – midnight oranges. Good luck looking that up.

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CLP 22/04/2021

Ein Deutscher Soldat

I was frightened, of course, when we took to the air,

I’d never flown over the German Ocean before,

but I was reminded as I looked across to my right

of safety in numbers in this bomber flight.

.

The Sun was still licking the line of the Norfolk shore

as we wheeled inland toward Coltishall.

We were so many and you just one of The Few,

me at my station by the bomb door

.

It didn’t take long to win your fight between dogs

then you wheeled left to turn your cannon on us

I was in perfect health, had family and friends

but when my plane hit the trees all that came to an end.

.

No one survived to answer where was I last seen

only my enemy found me, un-named, not missing

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo Day Eight prompt: monologue from the grave, after ‘Spoon River Anthology’ by Edgar Lee Masters, Gutenburg eBook. http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1280/1280-h/1280-h.htm#chap137 (Accessed 08/04/2021)

I found the above gravestone in the village cemetery on the outskirts of Scottow village, Norfolk. How, I wonder, does someone die and get buried without being known? The German airmen buried around him were all identified. I thought it a thoughtful touch that he was buried with named graves either side.

NaPoWriMo

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CLP 08/04/2021

L3 (Day 65): Carrow

The early evening cloud forms a shape reminiscent of the Horsehead Nebula.

The national news today is confirmation of the murder of a young woman unknown to me. My heart aches for her loss, her family and friends.

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CLP 12/03/2021

On Understanding

What relief there is

to know our confusion’s past.

For that I’m grateful.

~

n.b. In a complex world, establishing a little bit of peace, love and understanding is always a good thing, however long it takes to get there.

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CLP 21/02/2021

On Mercury

Retrograde movement

an optical illusion

Orpheus, don’t look!

~

n.b. Apparently there is a bit of thing when Mercury is backsliding for nostalgia. Being grateful for the good things is one thing, wallowing in the past – meh.

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CLP 17/02/2021

On Ash Wednesday

After the pancakes

I resolve to abstain from

life’s little pleasures

~

n.b. I think that I may have run out of things to give up since the first lockdown, but I’ll give Lent a go, I have nothing left to lose.

CLP 17/02/2021