All entries for Wednesday 02 February 2011
February 02, 2011
I haven't done a second draft of either of them yet...I'm not really sure if I was supposed to :S But anyhoo, here are a couple of my poems from last term that I like the most.
An ode to Alfred Nobel
A paradox, an oxymoron
The expensive fur coat she bought
The very first and last cigarette
He never wished he’s never had
Where does a moral compass point
For this colourless, oily liquid?
One way to destruction and death
The other to joy and lives rebuilt
It oozes its way to a crossroads
And it creeps to the Middle East
And also finds its way to our hearts
Showing mercy through little pills
One cannot help but wonder if
Doctor Nobel was out of his mind
When he harnessed this great monster
That responds so well to discipline
Thank you Doctor Nobel
Thank you for nothing
For this gift that you have given us
You should be ashamed
For the lives that you have saved
For the lives that you have taken
You can keep your wicked prize
Or just leave it by the door on your way out
The remains of Valentines Day dinner
You wonder what to make of the leftovers
The rice and potatoes. The old meat has gone.
A second full plate. All over the floor in pieces
The presents still wrapped. Still waiting.
A single stump of a candle and black lilies.
A single empty glass winking at you
The room is filled with shadows that aren’t yours
Burn it all. Chuck it in your largest cauldron
On your largest hob. Burn it all.
The saccharine smell of seven months
Rising into your extractor fan
And leaving the bittersweet aftertaste
It’s so hot, suffocating, panicking
You open the window to get some air
Out of the black, you see her, pale and splendid
Beyond your reach. This is it.
The blood has drained from your face
You shut her out and the kitchen glows like an inferno
Your hurt passes with the night
The sun has risen
Gold sieved from the ashen moon
You breathe it in and bottle it
Sod it. The best thing she ever wasted
Stop crawling back inside yourself
This will put some colour back into your cheeks
The lighting of a student pub is harsh and Alyson is sitting in a booth as far away from the rest of humanity as possible. The only trouble is that the walls are in fact windows so she stares blankly ahead, pulling at the sleeves of her dark jumper. From the corner of her eye, she sees a red Mac and dark hair dance past. Alyson rarely gets to see her friend Beth, so she usually enjoys the odd catch-up and chips. Beth goes to the bar, orders a coffee and starts looking around. Alyson could call out to her, she probably should call out to her, but she doesn’t. There’s an awkward moment as Beth catches Alyson’s eye, to find her staring back at her. Alyson panics and stares at the table, because that’s what normal people do in a moment of social discomfort. This doesn’t seem to faze Beth, who approaches Alyson with a wry smile. “Well don’t look too happy to see me!” “Oh, sorry, I was in a world of my own” blags Alyson with all of her might. She forces a smile; though it’s the kind done so poorly that the eyebrows don’t move, so she instead looks like Hannibal Lecter. “I heard some interesting gossip today,” says Beth. Alyson’s heart goes up a gear. She lets out a barely audible “what?” “I’m going to save it. First, tell me about your weekend.” “Oh. Well, nothing interesting happened,” says Alyson. “Yes it did,” Beth quickly replies. Up to third. “What?” which has now become Alyson’s Word of The Day. “Megan’s house party? You can’t tell me there was no drama?” Beth’s wry smile has returned. “No drama? No drama. What do you mean?” Alyson is now talking so fast she is blurring. “What’s up with you?” Beth asks, catching on. “You’re acting all weird.” “Weird? I’m not being weird. You’re being weird,” Alyson replies like a 7-year-old. “I think someone’s hiding something” sings Beth. Alyson glares at her. She knows. She definitely knows. “Nothing happened, Beth. Why? Did someone say something?” Beth stirs her coffee for a moment. “Well, it depends what you mean by nothing, because I heard some very interesting gossip this morning.” Ladies and Gentleman, we have now reached Top Gear. “What?” “You tell me. You were there.” Beth holds Alyson’s gaze for a moment. This requires some quick thinking. “I’m assuming…you’re talking about the shower that Jessie took with Mike T?” This never actually happened. “No! That wasn’t what I heard but I definitely want to hear about it now!” As Alyson spins some bullshit story about The Shower That Never Was, she begins to plan other conversation topics to keep Beth distracted. She loves gossip as much as the next girl, but if it is about what she thinks it is, she can happily avoid the subject until she is on her deathbed.