I write in the margins
because I used to live there
an oddity, an anomaly, a correction
wasting valuable space on the page
until the margins became
too tight to breathe in
too tight to survive in
so I leaked into the rest of the page
sharing my words with others
finding friendship and love.
I write in the margins
because the margins made me.
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Take It Easy
Paul
The string is delicately coarse
between my fingers and palm
when I pull
the blinds need a heavy touch
to open this morning
I’m expecting hues of
poached peach & rhubarb
to welcome me to Monday
but the sky is chalk-grey and despondent
My ears crave the tranquility
of a blackbird & sparrow choir
when all I can hear
is the drowning of the day
the rain pelting the paving slabs
And I can’t smell the jasmine
that normally waltzes its way
from the raised bed in the garden
beyond my bedroom window –
but the scent of damp mown-grass
is refreshing
It’s bittersweet
that mid-July’s sun won’t be seen today
because on the bright side
I’ll savour this rainy day
with you.
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Take it easy,
Paul
We called the travelling funfair
“The Shows”
the same way our parents did
when they arrived in The Wick
late summer excitement
that smelled of hot sugared doughnuts, flowing diesel and damp trampled grass
the air was always a kaleidoscope
of flickering lightbulbs and brightly painted plywood
shrill screams of exhiliration could be heard over a mile away
layered over a techno soundtrack
thumping with the pulses of waltzer-spun teens
and kids riding the ghost train anticipating the supersoaker squirt on exit
sometimes I liked to play the bandits
tuppence to ten-pence a go
so nothing to lose really
the games were good to –
one night I hooked six banana-yellow ducks
and walked home with six goldfish
struggling to hold the punch balloon and pink-pillow candy floss in my other hand
it was a great time to be alive
amongst crowded smiles and double denim
spending my paper round and pocket money like fun was going out of fashion
and just the other day
I saw an internet flyer
“The Shows” are back this year
travelling up and down the coast
and although I’ll not see them
I can taste the air –
the flavour of excitement.
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Take It Easy,
Paul
The encouragement
of an ochre sunrise
delivering the day
subtly and slowly
floods my soul
with the sensation
of contentment
the belief of opportunity
to live better than yesterday
to improve our world
through words and actions
loving more and loathing less
being kinder by choice
not necessity.
And when the lipstick sunset
kisses the sky
i want it to be with passionate pride
rather than pity and pain.
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