Some recent poems
About battling with your head, romantic love, my commitment to speaking my mind….. and one for Mother’s Day
Poems, for me, emerge from bubbling emotions and generally my emotions haven’t been bubbling quite so much recently, so I haven’t penned as many.
I say ‘bubbling’, I often align emotion with water, sometimes worry my emotions will dry up and I’ll run out! I imagine it as clothing on a washing line. When we are children and teenagers, there it is…..fresh, heavy, dripping and dangling, the weight of it so shiny and obvious.
Then, as young adults, we start to catch each wind of change, move with it, learn to dance rather than hang.
But does it dry completely over time?
Just as human bodies physically dehydrate and shrivel, does emotion eventually vacate you? Leave you all wrung out?
When I was young, I used to worry about having too much feeling. I feared mental illness because the brutality of the world and intensity to which I felt emotional pain, overwhelmed me.
These days, I fear the opposite - losing the ability to feel; becoming indifferent. Laughing or crying can feel like underused, dormant skills and expressing myself in those ways, like reacquainting myself with something I haven’t done in a while, like riding a bike.
So…. four poems, three rhyme, one doesn’t.
The first ‘Secret Garden’ is about romantic love born of faith. I had an idea of two rambling roses on either side of a towering wall, each rose unaware of the other, destined to entwine if they follow a natural urge to strive for sun.
The second one ‘Landlady’ is about wanting to forget people from your past. People who haunt your thoughts but whose presence you have no control over. That lack of power is frustrating, how you long to evict them, banish them…….how they stubbornly remain, unwanted guests with such disregard for your ‘home’, your mind. That’s how the ‘landlady’ came to mind. Often I want to kick them out for good!
The third ‘All or Nothing’ is me venting and reiterating my stance about being authentic on Substack and other social media. It’s a reminder to any new subscribers, that I have strong opinions and won’t be toned down.
And finally…. ‘My Mum and I’.
I wanted to write a Mother’s Day poem for my mother (it’s Mothering Sunday here in the UK), but our relationship isn’t a flowery one. I wanted something that captured what it actually is, rather than some sentimental twaddle about what society expects it to be.
Enjoy. I hope you all have a lovely day and week ahead.
Secret Garden
Within a secret garden
Where fragile tendrils cleave
A trellis made of wishes
Casts fresh kisses out as leaves
Aching for a symmetry
That echoes all she grows
A mirror for her mystery
A twinning for each rose
Maybe there, behind the stone
Another bloom exists
Clambering the bleak
Searching for summer that it missed
Persistent in their quest, they inch
So steadily they rise
Trusting in the blessed light
To lead them to blue skies
They cannot know, they only feel
Their guide, a dappled shine
One day soon, they know not when
Their patterns shall entwine
Landlady
How do you get someone to leave your head?
Is it a building, am I landlady?
Must I give them notice?
Insist that they vacate me?
And if so, will they go quietly?
Or make an ugly scene?
Maybe they will squat up there
Freeloading - I’m a soft touch
Never could be forceful
I trust them with the keys……..
.
If only they’d been good tenants
Treated it well
Oh, they could’ve stayed forever!
Had the whole gaff to themselves
Well……..shared it with me
.
Was beautiful, once, the space.
Thoughts lounged on velvet sofas
Fairy lights dipped like birds of fire
My mind had vaulted ceilings
Curving as arm arches in a ballet
Huge open windows
Draped with voile curtains
Swept me up in silver
.
And the light!
Oh, how it licked me!
Broad stripes, up and down
Painting every corner
Dust danced in dawn lit discos……
How did it get so cluttered?
I guess they all left something behind
Still get their mail - no warning
Sometimes arriving as smell, a voice…..
Always, as that ONE DAMN SONG
.
And no-one’s ever gonna treat it same as you, are they?
Your place
Look after it the way you do
Why would they?
It’s temporary lodging to them
Doss down
Move on
.
Not sure why I ever let anyone in
Right tip up there, now
All the shit they left
Suppose it’s because I don’t like the alternative
Too much room for one
And sometimes a view’s so beautiful
You just want to say;
“Look! Check out this rainbow!”
But maybe vacant’s better than trashed, hey?
Do I see that many rainbows these days?
That many sunsets?
Not as many as I used to.
I will change the locks……..
As soon as that record’s stopped playing.
All or Nothing
I am all or I am nothing
Need no crowd to raise me tall
Won’t be swayed by praise or money
Approval holds no weight at all
I’m not here to please your ego
No desire to play a game
Find your fools on social media
Desperate for five minute fame
I’m not here to ‘grow subscribers’
I’m here to write what’s on my mind
Freedom is the thing I value
I shall speak just as I find
My Mum and I
My mum and I, we mill along
Treading the same old ground
“What’s the weather like by you?”
“Up here, it’s chucked it down”
She tells me she’s been planting up
And what’s been on the news
I shouldn’t talk of politics
Or share my ‘extreme views’
.
The olden days, her golden days
Are favourite conversation
And ‘God moves in mysterious ways’
When there’s no explanation
She tells me what her ailments are
Of neighbours who have died
We never talk of feelings or
The last time that we cried
.
But sometimes, when a bond is deep
These things need not be stated
For loyalty is everything
And gesture overrated
Seldom do we hug or kiss
Just not that kind of mother
But what I prize above this
Is she’s loved me like no other
And no, I’ve not shown her the Mother’s Day poem. That would just be too bloody weird 😂😂
Omg the landlady one ♥️
Yes I have an unwanted tenant, must of us do. But bit by bit I am chucking his things out till one day only the song will remain (and I have started to re-purpose that 😉)