Thursday, 24 March 2016

This year's fears





This year’s fears

So some of us are scared of airports;
The flatness of them,
The waiting,
The type of possibilities.

Also tunnels;
Smoky, dark tunnels,
Where there should be light,
And air.

Some of us fear forgetfulness;
Being useless,
Not helping,
Letting the rest of us down.

‘The rest of us’ fear night and day,
That nothing will ever be right again,
That ‘home’ and ‘safe’ are old words,
For other people.

And some of us are just scared;
That soon even fear will disappear,
That it is nearly over,
Whatever it was.



RF 2016


Saturday, 12 March 2016

Simply this





What we want

Just to get on with things,
ordinary things,
exceptional things.

To take an unmolested walk,
or to the floor,
or our own time.

We want to be somebody,
and so do you,
you want that too.


RF 2016


I posted this elsewhere the other day - one of those places where things move quickly and you don't even get to be fish and chip paper afterwards. Here it can live a little longer... maybe till it gets to be a postcard or something. There are a lot of 'we's, and a lot of 'you's.

Monday, 7 March 2016

Another train

Crossing the Firth of Forth, 5/3/16



Poems seem to be coming thick and fast now. I'm out of practice but I know posting them on blogs is not the way you do it. Ha! So here it is.



Passengers

A death in the family
Sees me on the train south.
From Leuchars my neighbour
Is on a similar mission;
It is sad, undeniably.
It is that time of year.

We cover some ground:
Friends, family, pets, illness.
A man over the table
Makes a mess with a pasty,
Greasy crumbs shining
In the folds of his shirt.

We change at Newcastle;
Fresh start, new people.
A baby is fussed.
Men in suits deliberate
The European question.
Times don’t change.

Two days pass, back facing north,
I upgrade because I can,
Because it’s Saturday,
Because travelling makes me twitch,
At least to begin with.
I get a ‘free’ sandwich.

In the big seats we look relaxed.
What do you know; comfort is comfortable.
I pipe heavenly Sufjan 
Through cheap headphones.
“We’re all gonna die”, his refrain, track six.
I know, I think. We know. We know.



RF 2016