Thinking about Hull reminded me of working at the Ideal Boiler and Radiator factory in the late sixties. Someone had chalked a message on a door, Do not depend on the wind to close this door. The words stuck in my mind and last night I found myself experimenting with them .. Not Shakespeare but not bad for a Hull plumber!
Do not depend on the wind,
many a sailor and miller has found
A grave in the wave a grave in the ground
In waiting for wind.
Do not depend on the rain,
Pleasure and pain,
Harrowing loss, empty gain
Remain, with some
who relied on the rain.
Do not depend on me.
Pocket your fee.
Cut yourself free.
Pack up and flee,
Do not depend on me.
Poetry - I Shan't Be There Anymore by Michelle Dee.
Forgotten now are the fairies and
fantasies, the magic and mysteries
Brush the glitter
from my eyes so sore.
I shan't be there anymore
The garden the swings, a child's
playthings, a chance for fun
in the hazy summer sun.
Poetry - Wrong by Michelle Dee.
Getting ready to go out for the first time in weeks
she selects her favourite jumper. She woke with a
cold and a shiver in her bones but she's going out all the same.
Hurry up, he shouts, Get a move on, impatience in his voice
Picking her way carefully down the stairs in kitten heels
Poetry - Involved 23 By Matthew Tasker
SYMBOLS OF DESPAIR
PLACES OF WARMTH
- Somebody and Pictures at an Auction By Maurice Fairfield.
Somebody sentenced me to life some time ago.
For something I can't remember doing.
Now as my sentence dwindles to its close,
Freedom no longer pulls me as it did.
My cell though cramped, is cosy,
And the meals arrive on time.
Also, I have grown used to them.
I have some cell-mates.
Poetry - The Nurses Visit By Nadie.
My voice is lost,
no-one hears me.
tearing out my heart,
middle aged ladies,
'where did you buy these cushions?'
I'm dying inside,
Poetry - "Obsession" By Nadie.
I would ride madness
like the loins of a lover,
cast myself into Hell
even sleep with my brother.
I would swallow poison
and swear it was like nectar,
Poetry - "OCTOBER MOON" By Nikki Sheppeck
A beckoning dark October sky,
That bares a crescent moon to shine,
Amongst a star lit evening sky,
A clarity so clear so calm
Sets a scene from tree tops high.
Enchanted by angelic skys,
Poetry - "Needle Whore" and "Divorce Number 2"
By Rich Mills
Down the corridor and through the door,
There lives nothing more than a needle whore.
All his pathetic rock-star dreams,
Are slowly coming apart at the seams.
With song lyrics full of false metaphor,
He's a one-man psychological war.
Poetry - The Big Issue
By Darren Sant
He stands in the pouring rain,
Ignored again and again,
Biting wind chills his bones,
People rush to their warm homes.