amongst happy throng
one woman cries her heart out
rainbows come with rain
n.b. Oblivious of the calendar, I travelled to see family and friends and discover that Brighton Pride is set for the same weekend.
This means a lot of relaxed people, a lot of extravagance and flamboyance, a very large number of police.
So many people having fun, dancing. One young tearful woman being consoled by her friend. There will be hangovers.
what was it you saw?
something you recognised? feared?
did you not see me?
n.b. Taking things at face value isn’t always easy. Gift horses, mouths, et cetera.
don't delve unduly
what lies beneath the surface
keeps a safe distance
it cannot be found
through the bottom of a glass
for love nor money
when will this sadness end?
she asked, because she knew it must
we both could feel the cold lump of it
in our stomachs, welding us together
when we are both happy?
I offered, to see how happy might sound
it sounded like a bowl of tears
a set of randomly selected letters
it reprised the call of an albatross
bent double by grief
sadness enough to birth rivers
path shadowed by tears
Grey, cool rain persists
Days run together down drains
Mingling with lost years