So I finally made a blog. And to celebrate, the two poems that I've written since the poetry module that I'm most pleased with. Although not *very* pleased...
There are one hundred and five miles between Coventry and Bristol
I don’t miss you, my love.
Your voice is my jewelled sunset and
your lips are my morning yawn.
If a friend laughs in my ear, it is you, or
if an arm embraces me, it is yours
stretching for miles.
Your smile is the sizzle-smell from my frying pan
and your eyes are the warm space under my blanket.
I don’t miss you, my love. I think with your thoughts
and I walk the map of your daily bike ride
each time I leave my room. My dreams
are dreams for you. How can I miss you?
Even the cold night-time places echo
with your breathing as you steal the covers.
Tomorrow is not
Your car’s cold like a dead man’s kiss,
like a silver today. You’ll never grow old.
I wish you would drive me away, but you
speak to me in silence of the green habits
of field mice, of the cornflower sunrise, and writhe
smoke rings through the air. Your guitar
has turned black, and you don’t care. Who am I?
Take me out of the city, the deadly city, the blackened city,
like a frozen tomorrow, the sovereign city,
my sunlit sorrow. Take me to where you live
and tie the trees about my neck, my silver
necklace. And hang the sun behind my eyes,
my prize. Your guitar has sprung open, like a door,
like a kiss. You wound music through the smoke,
my abyss. And it spoke to me in silence of
the black trees against the sunrise, of the
tunnelled-earth secrets. And it writhed in the air
like the kiss of a man, like the pulse of a man, like the
breath of a man who will never grow old, and
it writhed in the air and you writhed in my soul.
Take me out of the city, the silver city,
the moon-spun city. Take me. I wish
you would drive me away, but your kisses
are cold. And you speak to me in silence.