Well a change is a good as a change, and so Sir Cess has given you some poetry to read, for those who have read his early childhood stories will recognise some of the sights caught in the poems re: his mother . Grandpa and Grandmother. Hope you enjoy.
Altzheimers
(for my Ma)
In
a frozen room of locked in time.
A
careful mind of long years toil,
Sits
in an armchair, walls completely bare.
Fittings,
furniture speak the only lines
She
waited all her life to hear.
Whispers
of phantoms crawl through hollow walls
Tales
to her listening ears
In
the street below
A
child screams a playful taunt to his mate -
Her
ears , a hidden bait.
Sparrows
herald in a summer dusk -
Her
ears, forbidden lust.
The
TV gorges fact and fiction to the hoardes
Her
ears
Memories
stored beneath floor-boards.
The Tranquil Storm
The tranquil storm lies hidden in us all
It’s eyes open from a dream encrusted sleep
Light falls the recesses of our shuttered lids
Stepping stones of bodies fall across its path
Over the river flows washing
Nothing waits for this stormy tempest
Once awoken no breakwater holds it back
No leaden vault can seal its harsh intent
No pit of our soul will it grace
The tranquil storm lies hidden in us all.
Sleeping or awake
It lives on its own
Biding time
The tranquil storm lies hidden in us all
Breaking glasses thrown at window panes
Smashing chairs of antique wood
Cursing loudly at friends in disguise
Wallowing pity and wishing it would go
To finish what it started so long ago
The tranquil storm lies hidden in us all
A blade of sharp-edged grass
Cuts finely through the lawn
While textured clouds foretell the doom
As apple blossoms perfumes sweet
And acrid vapour stale lover’s come
The tranquil storm lies hidden in us all.
Given time it’ll have its way
That tranquil storm will be released
No speck of dust will
Hide from the holocaust!
Hell no chance
When the tranquil storm takes leave
And stops
Lying hidden in us all.
Mother , son, daughter, father, wife and spouse
The tranquil storm lies hidden in us all.
Twenty-One
Commandments
- Broken images caught in time that should be given to somebody else.
- Acted times in a Glass Megnagerie.
- Visions seen when they should not.
- Women I have known.
- I spit scorn and derision.
- They laugh and say it will pass.
- The smell of cats invade the room
- Dead dogs yap at midnight’s call.
- Everyone calls to hear a joke I can not tell,
- Try and understand the good book says.
- It’s difficult.
- Thank god it’s past.
- It’s unlucky for some.
- The future will bring what’s locked in store.
- The whiteness of my tomb escapes.
- The sodden and trodden earth.
- Spies have seen my hard drives and will see the truth.
- They should! It’s their job!
- Thou shalt not.
- Thou shalt.
- I always have.
Water
Child
(Caught
in Rain)
Shrimp
heads lay scattered
Upon
the pebbled beach.
Wind
blew Sand swirling
Through
my hair
Spray
mounting beach-front steps
Childhood
memories caught in rain.
Used
Jonnies – the rubber kind –
Floating
on the surf.
Swollen
now with sea-salt
Water
filled, buoyant like balloons
They
navigate carbuncled pier-struts.
Childhood
memories caught in rain.
Lollipops
and donkey rides.
Coco the clown with elephants as well,
Candy
floss and toffee apple stalks,
Scattered
flotsam, holiday maker’s junk,
Litter
swirling on the empty prom.
Childhood
memories caught in rain.
Grandpa
dead – skeleton he lay –
Grandma
mad – mop in hand –
Pigeons
cooing, seed they want.
Garden
watered for the veggies to grow,
Tomatoes
trussed – fertilised as well –
Childhood
memories caught in rain,
Mother
holding the wrath of God,
Sister
crying, lost, forlorn,
Brother
stupid – Eric was his name –
Bath-tub
full –rising steam –
Naked
lady – tits in bloom.
Childhood
memories caught in rain
Back
door locked – bolted too –
Barred
from house and home.
Pants
wet and backside sore,
Naughty
boy – you did wrong –
Punishment
taken from teacher’s hand
Childhood
memories caught in rain.
Rain,
rain in a pool
Water
in a tub,
Sea
in and out
Childhood
memories caught in
Rain.
