Hola guapies!
Well, I shouldn't really be posting this as I am supposed to be in the kitchen. Gots me some pork belly to cure, some empanada to bake, a risotto to prep and some strawberries to slice. However, an old pal of mine got in contact in the last few days to tell me that my blog was his 'essential weekly read'... man I love it when people say nice things to me. It makes me want to bake them cookies. This friend is also quite dear to me. We were in the same English class at school and even though we weren't the best of pals or anything, I always felt like he was a kindred spirit... like a brother, but without the blood. He moved away one day due to a family tragedy and I thought I'd never see him again. Then, lo' and behold, four or so years on, I was miserably plodding across the university campus in sad tears as my heart had unexpectedly been savaged outside the library and then, there he was. Walking towards me with a big smile on his face! Hoorah for Joe! That was a lovely surprise and after that I had the pleasure of working with him on my final theatre piece, which was about our dark secrets; the true, twisted stories of our lives.
Anyway, it turns out from his email that he likes to write, too. He kindly shared some poems with me. I'm hoping he will continue to send me things! I love a good read. They reminded me that I used to write poetry, too. It was nothing profound but as I am in the middle of writing an epic blog entry about something else, I thought I'd show you a trio to keep your attention.
That's the thing about blogging, once people encourage you, you feel like you have to write! That's a good thing though... good for me to practise and entertaining for you to read over a cup of tea.
I wrote these bad boys when I was 21, in 2007.... ah, such a tender age!
No.1
Under the apple tree they lay
Curled up cosy like caterpillars
Wound up like worms
Cloaked by the gentle hue of
The lanterns he’d lit
Like they were trusted old friends
Watching over them
In the quiet orchard
Dusk gave way to night
And the wind grumbled on by
As the clouds rolled
And wrung out misty tears
On the breeze
Like a sigh of relief blowing
Through the quiet orchard
They whispered so softly
Like children sharing sworn secrets
That the crooked trees creaked their branches
Stretching and striving to capture their words
Creating shadows on his kind face
As they touched
In the quiet orchard
No.2
Your fingerprints are all over my heart
Burning and hissing like seething matches
Your fingerprints are all over my face
Boiling my blood blistering my body
Scalding pink my white skin
Your fingerprints
Where your lips left my mouth
They have branded steaming
Your baking hot imprint of flesh
Sealed with a kiss
Raped with unbearable heat
A marriage of scorched weeping skin
Your grip is at my throat
Strangling and searing
Clawing my neck
Taking my skin like writhing maggots
Under your fingernails
Taking me with you
Take me away
Take me away with you
No.3
You died without me Grandma
You woke with a start from seasons of slumber
While I was yet dreaming in my bed
You began to cry
The tears that came were for fear
For your children
And for the last lost years of your life
Clarity broke through the senility
At once there dawned a light
As you reached towards it with outstretched hands
It again surrendered
You gave way to a cloud of sleep
Cloaking you so heavily
That you drowned in its vapour
And slipped gently away
Like a sigh of relief
The sun shone for you all morning
Just as you had always sung to me
You were my sunshine
You are my sunshine
You are now the sunshine I see
In my rainy grey days
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