Latest Poem

I read this last night at ‘Wright Out Loud’ in Bolton.  I have only just finished this, so it may be edited/refined some time in the future, but here it is, work in progress:

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Happy Christmas Mother

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‘Would you like a cup of tea? I asked Mother

As she slouched in her easy chair.

She stared into space with the telly on

Did she even know I was there?

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The Christmas adverts sang out in the darkness

(A lump in my throat I confess)

The shadows flickered the fairy lights flashed

The monochrome light hid the mess

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Well I’ve tried; I’ve extended the olive branch

I thought as I stirred her sweet tea

It’s always like this, it’s always my fault

The blame is left bluntly with me.

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Now’s not the time to reflect on my childhood

No success was ever enough

Always compared with some strangers off spring

No wonder I grew up so tough

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Christmas carollers sing loud on our door step

We hold hands, sitting silent and calm

‘They know we are here’ I whisper

As I quietly stroke her arm

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Raised and ruled with a rod of cold iron

Not an inch did she give it’s true

And even now you have to needle me

No love just hurt gets through.

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‘They’re gone’ I say as I peek through the curtain

The yellow lamplight fills the room

I move on through to the strip lit kitchen

So harsh compared to the gloom

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But there’ll be no more nagging from my mother

I look at the back of her head

The last tea you enjoyed was last Christmas

Two sugars and poison, you’re Dead.

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Somehow I know that you have forgiven me

The stench and flies have been a test

You would say we can get through it

Your sunken eyes in Sunday Best

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‘Would you like a cup of tea? I asked Mother

As she slouched in her easy chair.

She stared into space with the telly on

Did she even know I was there?

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(I wasn’t sure about the penultimate verse, is it necessary? What do you think?  Please comment.)

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3 Responses to “Latest Poem”

  1. Hi Sarah, that was themeatically very, very good you clever thing. I think the penultimate verse prepares you well for the final one so you should leave it in. ‘the sunken eyes in sunday best’ really eloquent, well done you. lol, Jo Mitton x x x

  2. awesomely dark 🙂 the only thing I would rethink is the first line of the fourth stanza where you say now is not the time to reflect on childhood – the rest of the verse does exactly that. Great job!

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