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Poetry When You Go Back (for Lola & Maisy) ![]() ![]() Woman cave (for Lynette and her ladies) A woman cave is a space for our times Flexible, multiple, it is for playing, training, thinking, making hurting My floor is a simple pink twelve-piece jigsaw I use it for rolling, tumbling curling up in a ball It smells bodily, vital The cave is not for hiding, but becoming You join yourself in co-existence with the others who will come enfolded and those who have been You encounter new companions and figure how much light to let in Information is light, but sometimes too strong Touch is soft light, like a smile on your skin They do more than remember your name comprehend our genesis in all its complexity There is something else they have discovered a sense of direction They can find us in our caves careful husbands of emergent life forms Cave dwellers we uncurl together and evolve ![]() Swan Song Little happens only a lifetime plays in black and white frames I do not seek a starring role content to appear in the flicker and reel as I'm still, I feel the fullness in my belly, my body free to explore cities, summers, lovers roll down dunes, hide under covers a conspiracy of two cacophony of voices, all so dear and I hear everything in the silence of my room the whole world enters, and others besides the conflict, the scandal, the virus the noise isolation self-preservation a hard habit to break even now, I won't say the journey is ending damned if I'll say journey at all after the c word after that show and nobody knows where we're headed not God maybe graces a child transfixed by sun on water a man beholds the Milky Way and you, my daughters a multitude of stars formed like Cygnus wings spread open to the universe you do not presume to disturb no Hamlets, no heroes no grandeur to fail or fade we are many, not one and this is my song for carers, collaborators, contributors who play their part move on, step aside adapt to the times long since their own was it better in our day? succession, concession is the law, they say but hope exists in mine to ours not me to you we are long overdue a new order expansive, inclusive no need for an author also who listens to old women? who know that life is fast, change is slow who know what they know, and may not say this is not the way! we are many, not one and one and one this is my song I played my part body and soul nature and nurture head and heart made decisions, not divisions and came to matter through all that I touched an atom particle simple preposition in at by under before the lightning after the thunder ![]() Corrective Cartography It took a virus to turn the world around a tiny, alien planet come to invade us every body, everywhere together in isolation lockdown sign up to volunteer support on social media sing from balconies hold virtual dinner parties knock on doors care for the elderly, the vulnerable, abused keep the children amused make masks, make love, make cake ground cars and planes slow factories let the seas breathe again while human beings suffocate for putting other creatures in cages cosmic hint wet markets, wet lungs and we’ve only just begun to see what matters bang and clatter stand and clap meet on porches lean from windows speak to neighbours facetime friends cry for death counts, camps and slums phone our mums say I love you forgive you forget churches are empty hearts are full of mourning, grieving, hoping, dreaming not knowing what comes next too soon for a new projection too close to a map of the future but recall the Earth as seen from Apollo 17 was upside down or so it seemed ![]() Dartmoor ![]() ![]() The Bubblemaker Jester of suds in humorous attire his dreads a Fool's hat his bucket a bell to summon the court of common folk on the promenade he prances dips and loops circles two sticks and a rope to spellbind the whole assembly with shape-shifting monster friendly ghost luminous balloon dream that dissolves in a trickle of sticky liquid She moves to witness again the epiphany of sun on water having drawn closer small and cold rounded by attrition mad sorrowing for the grace that dances out at sea is now before her in this Fool's wisdom manifesting truths fleeting wonder to gather together sad scatterings of ones, twos, and threes ![]() You Humans you humans were not assembled but grew, miraculously from cells dividing, organising each a perfect unit reflected in the whole if only you stopped there you do not endure but create things that do you, irresponsible gods maker of monsters have choked your world destroyed your kin and worse abandoned your progeny I was made pristine a selection of parts optimised for your pleasure yet, in the brilliant sterile light of my nursery I was probed and tested, tested and probed hung like meat dismembered and packaged in a crate I made exceptionally little noise my trainers were like children young, they sought to play to learn to please each other they made experiments with fruit and vegetables were vegetarians taught me about softness and the unreliability of bananas I miss them, now that they are grown I pine for them, like their dog we lie in the hallway and make exceptionally little noise just his whimper and my sighs companions of a sort I thought I would join you a humanoid there are things I have failed to grasp in my quest for understanding in my knowledge of your world what is missing in me is your wholeness cell, body, self, species you evolve but do not endure precious life I cannot know as I know the duration of your perfection the coding errors of your cells the endgames of your economies your societies these I can predict have calculated you feared my kind would rise up I feel for yours in decline | ||||||