Paths to the bin
are zig-zagged with your
relatives and your
arial trapezee stunts done at
supersonic speed
through the space between noses and
rails of backyard fences
Poem : The Problem with Giant Gobstoppers
Our parents direct us towards the
5-minutes-in your-mouth-and-their-gone
variety but we move slack jawed
past ping pong, golf and tennis ball sizes
to the granddaddy of them all.
Poem : G20 at Canning Town Station
They cluster in 4s and 5s
decorated in fluorescent yellow,
truncheons dangling at their sides.
Hopping from foot to foot
they scan crowds, stopping
dreadlocks and patchwork coats to search bags
Photo by therapycatguardian; Poetry by Heather Taylor
Poem : In the Institute
Her floors still sparkle
years after her brain melted
and disorder reigned.
It started with string:
a loose thread that unravelled
her tightly wound self
Poem : New Years Day, 2002
The day I arrive, my shoulders ache,
pull my fear into forgotten places
as I long for my new resting place:
a flat on a canal in the heart of Camden.
Short Story : I Heart…
They completed each others sentences when they talked and sat in silence when they didn’t. Mary and Sid did everything together. In the home, they sat side by side, his arm draped across her shoulders. Francis would be coming later, their daughter who was always on the go, go, go. The daughter who came two years after their marriage. There was more there but his words didn’t come easily anymore.
Read MoreStory Project – Please help!
I’m in need of a little help so I thought the best way of getting that was to throw it out to all you and see what I get back. I’m working on a new mini-project and it’s all about stories. So all you need to do is answer a few select questions which are temptingly located below. My eternal gratefulness will be yours forever (or at least a couple of weeks).
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Photo and poetry by Heather Taylor
Poem : Sunrise
Together they work,
Pushing the red orb skyward
With elephant trunks