Old Friends

Searching through my mountain of memory sticks, looking for a set of photos I took last summer for a poetry booklet but seem to have deleted, I’ve come across several pieces I’ve written over the years and then forgotten.  Digital copies of annual Christmas letters, story outlines, opening paragraphs, over-heard conversations that were too good to go to waste, full stories in a few cases and even the odd bit of poetry.  I say odd – all the work was written pre the MA course and reading through them, I’ve spotted heaps of things that are weak with each one.  But heaps of things that are good, too, not least the fact that there is so much of it.  To think that all this time I’ve told myself that I’m not a writer and that I never have time to write.

Some of the writing is pure emotion, written to get anger or pain or heartbreak out of my head to stop it poisoning me, and as such, I wouldn’t want to share it.  But here’s a poem that I’ll allow to see the light of day.  I’ve brushed its hair a bit and re-tied its shoelaces, giving it a final tickle of ‘you’ll do’ under the chin, but I would ask you to look kindly on it as it being a very young child.

Response

In the shower I cannot hear
children playing,
shouting, screeching,
bouncing on beds,
climbing in cupboards,
running in bedrooms and scrapping
and screaming.

Torrents of water hide
rumblings of anger,
the snapping of temper,
of paper-thin tolerance,
the crack of the whip
of paternity tested.

In here, I hide.
I wash.  I turn and swill.
Suds and tranquillity sluice
down the plughole,
delaying the time to re-clothe
and resurface.

The shower clears its throat.
Steam shifts, hair-curtains part.
Myopia fades and noises invade
and I hear –
Laughter.
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2 Comments on “Old Friends”

  1. Thanks, Karen – how I yearn for those days of 'lovely'!

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  2. Karen says:

    That's “lovely” – seriously though, so much packed in to a short poem – you ARE a writer. Looking forward to seeing more.

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