Tuesday 2 December 2008

Making links

Decide now


When Margaret called
I had my hands in washing up
up to the elbows
hair falling in drips
face hot and sweaty


Is it oak or
something lighter?
what lining?
I am winning the war
on grease and remains
I do not wish to be thrown
back into the heated debate
Let someone else decide.

I am paralysed
in the face of brisk
left swimming a bubble
prone to explosion
ready to pierce myself
and be consumed again
by the whole.

There were several
points raised that could
be good or bad, depending.
And some chit chat.
I got off the phone lightly.

Make up your mind

1. So when I saw it
was introduced to it like
I wasn't terribly impressed
but what could I say?
I wasn't listening, it was not I

It was solid,
much more there than I
had imagined
much more final
more respectable

Although - if I am honest
it was obscene. That it was, was

Or am I just

Let it go

1. It remains to be seen

For some reason that sounds
fanciful and fun
we can decide it all later
It doesn't really matter
It's not all that important

Whereas I know
it can't be postponed.
I can see, how it would be
become a point of contention
if we were too
laissez faire.

I compose myself.
Literally I make myself up.
I invent stanzas, so that when
I am asked
I may answer.
This is interminable. Hard benched,
hard pressed. I wait.

I suppose in the face of this;
it all really is



Aisling the Bard said...

So, perhaps being scattered
Amongst the roots of strange trees
Whose wood was never used
To create boxes
Both liminal
And limiting
Might be some kind
Of choice
Or answer.

Geraldine Moorkens Byrne said...

*hat doffed*

I love that :)

Aisling the Bard said...

Thank you. I was guessing, but....And the poem is...well, indescribable, especially now, as you know. Hopefully, if choices must needs be made, we'll make the right ones. Both of us...

Geraldine Moorkens Byrne said...

I know, and we're thinking of you X