On a little roll

Well, of course, tell myself I'm writing once a week, and here I sit, glass of dry oloroso at my side, and I think I've got another post in me.  Actually this is because the latest poem is forming, and now is more or less formed.  I've wanted to publish a book of my poems for sometime, and nearly got it together a while ago with one of self publishing companies, but as ever something else took over and I never finished the project.

I had a dear old friend who stored my poems on his computer as an archive, but sadly we had a falling out and he had to return the archive.  At least I hope he's returned it, I have taken his word that he no longer has it.  But then if he still looks at my poems I hope they give him pleasure, he did used to enjoy and appreciate them, so he told me.  I have to admit my poems are rarely massively cheerful affairs, but I have found them helpful exploring the problems and worries that have beset me since my now, sadly, ex-husband confessed to his affair and all the soap opera that followed.

I don't think I've come out of the 'valley of the shadow of death' as yet, sometimes I feel I'm getting up the side of the hill, and somehow I tumble down onto to the floor of my desperation.  It is at this point I find myself writing poetry.  They usually come to me in pictures that form in my head and I try and use words to describe the scene that opens up.  So here, rather than go back to early stuff, I offer to the virtual universe my latest poem, finally named 'Rat's Tale' (thanks to my Ever Reliable Muse)

Rats Tale
Suppose you stopped loving me.
What would happen to our memories?

Would you drop them, unregarded,
To leech through the gratings,
Dripping into drains,
Running to the sewers,
Where rats would scuttle through
Our dreams, lapping round their tails
As they sped to a morsel,
Floating in the pools,
That collect around the edges.

Just rubbish from another time
Best quietly flushed away,
Forgotten.
Save the rats,
Devouring the nourishment
That once sustained us both.


20/11/11