granny

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2015, 4*, disability, father, garden centre, generations, grandmother, grin, lifetimes, mother, portrait, tangerine

                granny
                tried tangerine jelly with her

                but she weren’t having none of that with a
                cheeky grin

                mum and dad
                finshed theirs quite quick with a few exchanges

                packed up the chair and whirred off
                granny looked back

                and returned to stack the plates and cups on the tray
                with a lifetime’s

                push up of bottom lip with each place-
                ment

 

 

 

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father wormhole: out
lifetimes & mother wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211

 

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at table 21 in the garden centre thinking to / replicate Hughes’ exercise for Plath about / the Yew Tree

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2014, breeze, Carol, colour, garden centre, humour, identity, language, poem, speech, Sylvia Plath, table, Ted Hughes, words, writing

                at table 21 in the garden centre thinking to
                replicate Hughes’ exercise for Plath about
                the Yew Tree

                                if I was to say to you
                                “write a poem NOW”
                                what would you lock
                                on to?

                                ‘are you talking to ME
                                …; I only use words
                                for lists complaints
                                reports; what’s the
                                use of poems; I can
                                see colours and hear
                                breezes but I don’t
                                connect them with
                                words’

 

 

 

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breeze wormhole: ‘someone …’
Carol wormhole: twilight / and parasols down / within minutes
identity wormhole: cape and cowl
speech & Sylvia Plath & writing wormhole: Cocktails in 1951
table wormhole: lesson from watching two crane flies work the evening / skating across the panes flying and pushing legs grappling / the glass crossing repulsive over themselves and clinging akimbo / for a rest until lifeless just to get their stickly bodies through to the light
words wormhole: reating & wriding

 

… swap round

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'scape, 2014, 6*, being, cafe, calm, garden centre, looking, perspective, poetry, rain, sound, windows, writing, yellow

                sat facing into the
                garden centre café
too engineered to make some poetic observation
                                away from where I sit

                                … swap round

                sit looking out the window (back
to the lapping of hubbub and plastic clunk and sprintle cutlery and – there it is – the trayk of cups and saucer)            
                at the calm
and constant rain falling in a five o’clock direction
                the run-off down the path
                                past the yellow caution plaque

 

posted while listening to ‘Lazarus‘ by David Bowie, on a darkening mid-afternoon November-day with the overhead lights all on; written over two years previously in the Wych Cross cafe on Ashdown Forest not knowing which way to turn

 

 

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being wormhole: Prajnaparamita // Maitreya
looking wormhole: beepbeep
poetry wormhole: chartless …
rain wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Snow
sound & yellow wormhole: woven-through
windows wormhole: be
writing wormhole: Sylvia