you ask for serenity
i have nothing here
i will make photographs….
i don’t write about gremlins
have done a search
it has not figured in the work yet
i know that my bread is usually buttered
held carefully it does not fall
not anyway down
if i wrote about bogies they will be under
the bed not
up the nose
some of us may not be so afraid any more
cold room council house
she lit the fire that day
one gift each plus the stocking
a compendium of games or jigsaw to share
she walked, talked, blinked
wore the gingham dress and pants
i still have her
draw her scan her
show her in exhibition
my profile picture
the challenge, 12 sentences starting with the same word – green.
:: green road :
green road is where I was born; in winton.
green grocer delivered each tuesday and thursday.
green front doors and hedges line the road, repetitive.
green shooting brake denotes uncle’s arrival, posh we thought,truth came later.
green our neighbour’s face as bombs fell/were pushed; she hid in the outside toilet.
green school knickers; janet next door under her gymslip.
greens up the garden, with spuds & rhubard, runners & plums.
greens for dinner, liver & gravy; poor food, i guess there was rationing.
green her coat with big buttons,darted & half belt she wore while shopping.
green my mittens, shetland hand knitted; a souvenir.
green the scarf that matched, richer now.
green the sky; the storm passes.
the last tab was mushroom
i looked. they had been
there a while. food waste
when the fog clears we creep back into the garden
watch birds eat wettened crumbs. softly leaves fall
each year mist falls an anniversary physically fed
on sleep we meet
you are gone & you are gone
no parallel lines