AS YOU DID IN THOSE DAYS

This poem began as a stray thought. I was looking at the cacti in the utility when and image of a flowering cactus popped into my head from my schooldays. Eventually I fashioned it into this poem.

THOSE DAYS, THESE DAYS

Mr Farr on the bus from Penketh

briefcased as usual

all scuffed tan leather,

he’s on the top deck smoking

[as you did in those days]

with a cactus in a paper bag

he was a succulent man

prickly but fair he told all the school

That week he showed each class

the just about sprouting cactus flowers

and proudly informed us

this is the first time in seven years

and were we impressed

I cannot remember being very

but the event managed to lodge

somewhere inside my head

Over half a century later

for reasons I cannot explain

I have two cacti on a window ledge

that flower every six months

as regular as clockwork

I think they realise that the jig is up

and they’d better get on

with it while there’s still time

Most of it is taken from life. Mr Farr [who has appeared in another poem] did live in Penketh, and he was one of those people who enjoyed smoking cigarettes. Six foot plus tall, he used to say it was a good job smoking stunted your growth. We children would laugh at that. I think that this draft is not quite there. Watch this space.

Here's Calexico and Iron and Wine. I can't believe it's so long since they first recorded together.

Until next time.