Archive for May, 2021

Meanwhile at Bushworth Hall

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2021 by dc

Tired and struggling to focus properly,
Godfrey put down his tacky thriller,

Took away the two remaining checkers
From the drink stained Backgammon board

And stared at his chipped art deco clock,
It’s petulant hands always running ten minutes slow;

He took his pipe from his lounge jacket pocket,
Wandered unsteadily down the hall and opened the front door.

Outside the wind blew unrehearsed smoke rings through the mist,
Autumn’s leaves glided and left whispering vapour trails,

The neighbours’ dog Jeff practised howls at the moon,
As the sheep on the adjacent field shuffled further and further away,
And an owl hooted commas and the odd question mark.

As Godfrey took incessant puffs on his pipe,
Spitting odd bits of tobacco from the wet on his lips,
He knew deep down Alastair wasn’t returning,

His Hyundai i30 Fastback was still on the drive
But the words ‘JUST HAVE IT’ were written on the bonnet in shaving foam
And the keys were hung on a bent windscreen wiper.

He’d headed three miles home barefoot,

Addled on DMT and home-brewed rhubarb gin,
Cuts across his forehead from his arguments with the deer antlers
On the walls by the back door porch,

Hair wet from Godfrey’s broken bidet
And a torn shirt sleeve from the wrestling;

Alistair also lost a toe that night,
But at least he’d gained a friend.

Cooked

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2021 by dc

My roasted chicken rests,
As a war veteran four doors up
Falls down his stairs
And pops his collarbone alone.

The greens sigh steam in a sieve,
As a high school reunion
Turns into a fist fight
In the De Vere hotel beer garden.

A tabbouleh salad glistens,
And in the rain hit park nearby
A lost mandarin duckling wanders
Under an ice cream van to shelter.

Garlic roast potatoes crispen,
And a Renault Megane careers
Into a old man’s front garden,
Hissing steam across his water feature.

24 hours ago a freedom reigned,
Hope flapped like a flag,
Proud in the wind,
A sweet aroma filled the air,

Children sang made-up songs in the street,
The news stations were beacons of positivity,
The sun danced for 14 hours,
Nothing bad happened;

Then they fucked it all up.