Another couple of poems that I began on my poetry retreat. The first arose from an exercise that required me to describe my earliest memory. Camp Coffee, which is mentioned in the poem, was an instant coffee and chicory mixture that was popular in my childhood.
when me and my mum
came out of Berry’s corner shop
that overcast autumn morning
my three year old hand in her calloused palm
she said to me
as we walked along Wallace Street
let’s go home and have a nice hot drink
in my head I could see
the Camp Coffee steaming
in my little white cup
milky, mud brown, sweet as the hive
It is what it is really. I think I have managed to do the memory justice.
This second poem is another inspired by my visit to Charles Causely's house/museum. In one bedroom a perspex case was fastened to the wall and it contained a number of items that I suppose had belonged to the poet. The collection seemed to lend itself to being a poem.
stained glass star
amber eyed angora
adorned matchbox cover
signature fading fast
time stopped alarm clock
and you can almost hear
the silver peeling off the mirror
I suppose my initial impression was sadness that his signature on his library card was fading. One day soon it will vanish and that seems a shame.
I leave you with a new video from Annabelle Chvostek.Until next time.