Poetry Blog by Hannah Collins
When school was up I ran to the gate,
I was very young and it was winter rain
And I had forgotten my coat.
I was hungry and waiting, searching every face,
Like one of those little dogs left on the motorway.
One by one the mothers collected their children and took them home.
I was left standing by the gate alone.
Trying to make every stranger's face into he...
Sunday 30th December 2018 4:21 pm
Walking down the bumpy road
Past the parked cars, the houses, mock Tudor,
Down to the sea.
Where the fast man walking is unlikely to see the sea or anyone.
It doesn't look like the sea today,
It looks like a grey painted wall.
No crashing waves, no sound,
No sea sirens waiting on sailors . . .
The last of the large summer flies,
Wednesday 26th December 2018 1:57 pm
That year we travelled to Ireland for Christmas.
Invited by the three sisters,
Distant relatives they were.
It was Christmas Eve and when we arrived we were greeted by the three spinster sisters,
Like in a Chekhov play.
The sisters kissed each guest and whispered in my ear,
'Thank you for coming, it would be nothing without you.'
They said that to everyone, every guest
Friday 7th December 2018 12:56 pm
It grows dark at four o'clock now.
The sky may be blue and grey
But it is dark.
The North wind is blowing,
Winter draws closer.
Soon that silence we dread
Will envelop the outside world.
And only by fleeing to the inner space
Will we find light.
Another season of quietness and darkness approaches
And we hold our breath for what it will bring.
We tiptoe into the Aut...
Sunday 18th November 2018 6:01 pm
The poppies were blooming,
It was bright summer then
The soil was turned and dug by the young soldiers
So that they could lay in the trenches
And shoot at the enemy.
But the digging and shooting somehow scattered the precious poppy seeds
And they grew up and flourished
Like scarlet angels and soldiers.
Like dead men waving in the breeze.
And she waited at home
Sunday 4th November 2018 3:06 pm
For it was Autumn
Most of the year behind us.
A summer wasted
As summers often are.
Golden and green and amber,
The sudden chill,
Though sunlit mornings still
And timeless afternoons.
I suddenly recalled a kind word,
The arms that opened just upon seeing me.
That giant moment of indecision finally settled.
And there we were . . . together.
Tuesday 30th October 2018 9:18 pm
The young little boy has to walk much too fast,
Faster than his small legs can go
Because his mother is striding to get away,
Away from the shooting this Saturday
At The Tree Of Life.
A baby was being named there,
Hate entered followed by despair,
Reducing joy to fear,
Tears tears tears
At the Tree Of life.
The grainy photograph of history shows another little boy,...
Sunday 28th October 2018 10:37 am
She was a small girl
Thin yellow blonde hair,
A smokers fingers.
She put her empty guitar case down on the pavement,
Right next to the drain covered by leaves.
Held onto the battered old guitar and began to sing.
'If I should stay, I would only be in your way'
A soft whisper,
'So goodbye, please don't cry,
Sunday 14th October 2018 3:05 pm
The application form for rented housing asked :
Are you straight or gay ?
What is your ethnicity ?
Are you the same gender now as you were when you were born ?
What is your religion ?
What they forgot to ask was :
What kind of accommodation are you looking for ?
How much can you afford to pay ?
Where would you like to live ?
Would you like a garden with garden gnome...
Tuesday 9th October 2018 9:35 pm
Her name is Gizelle and it is her first day at school.
She shrieks, she screams, she doesn't want to stay.
Yesterday she was a baby girl but today she is a little schoolgirl
And she cannot handle it.
Her shrieks echo all around the room.
Her mother helpless and embarrassed, saying how much Gizelle had wanted to come to school.
I lift the little girl, her body is clammy and trembl...
Sunday 30th September 2018 6:06 pm
Just glanced at Twitter
I saw David Bowie was trending,
I thought that could only mean one thing,
He's back !
He's back from the dead !
He was working on a new album just before he died,
All the major rock icons do that,
Just before they die.
Maybe it's the stress of making the album that kills them off ?
'You've been away a bit Bowie,
You're looking a bit wrinkly,' t...
Friday 28th September 2018 7:25 pm
We travelled by train to the free concert
My sister and I.
It was a long way away
And we arrived late, when it was almost over.
We stood on the edge of the large grassy park
Just hearing the amplified echo
And seeing the band looking so small,
Like a performing flea circus.
Afterwards people drifted around
Forming into small or larger groups,
Some smoking dope,
Sunday 23rd September 2018 4:14 pm
When I received your message
To meet you at the Parc de la Villette
My heart was singing
Because I remembered that is where we had first met.
You didn't sign that message but I knew it was from you.
You wanted to forgive me and start again.
My heart was trembling,
I changed my outfit six times and then went in the first one of course.
I think that is the outfit I was wearin...
Thursday 13th September 2018 10:06 pm
The policeman put his helmet on the little boy's head
And the boy thought the policeman was the Pope.
You could see it in his eyes.
But it doesn't matter really
Because we all want a father,
The Irish pull it off every time,
The magical, the mystical,
The dance the song,
There are still miracles somewhere . . . hopefully.
Sunday 26th August 2018 12:49 pm
I had only been in New York a couple of days,
Staying with friends in their Manhattan apartment.
That morning I ventured out alone to get the breakfast,
Flirting with the deli man was such fun,
But on leaving the store I turned left instead of right,
Walked on instead of turning back,
And I was lost in New York.
No time to panic, I just kept walking.
All my things back...
Monday 20th August 2018 7:06 pm
I call him Coeur Sauvage - Wild Heart,
Though he comes to me in many guises
And under many different names.
We walk together down endless avenues
Where the trees overlap in unison,
Blotting out the sky.
The barks of the trees hide many secrets and whispered promises and fables.
He is a soldier of fortune, a beggar, an actor, a prince,
He has always been searching for me,...
Sunday 5th August 2018 9:37 am
I wrote this poem a few years ago but it seems right to post it today, the 200th anniversary of Emily Bronte's birth.
She walked the Moors,
Her beloved Moors.
Her hair, long, black and tangled.
She gathered heather
For she loved the wild heather that grew there
And would only return to the house at night.
Her head was filled with a million dreams,
Thousands of wor...
Monday 30th July 2018 10:11 am
We've heard about stalkers,
Well I was wondering if I could be one myself ?
I mean could I stand all that rejection and waiting about in the rain,
Pretending to read a soggy newspaper,
Whilst trying to pass myself off as a detective or benefits inspector ?
I don't know because the only experience I've had of it
Is when I developed a thing about my boss in my temporary job.
Sunday 29th July 2018 3:06 pm
Music feeds the famine in his soul.
His guitar slung over his shoulder is like a machine gun, a giant phallus, a cross to bear.
He takes to the stage to a few ripples of applause,
A stifled cheer.
He has arrived, after much anticipation,
He is here.
How did it happen, how did he arrive here?
Through times zones, clouds and sunshine.
He appears sad, wistful,
Saturday 21st July 2018 10:32 am
She says ordering her groceries from Tesco's Online always makes her cry.
The miserable thick cut sliced ham
And sordid corned beef slices.
Always too much for one on their own.
Most of it thrown away.
I offer Grandma a hug.
No, no hugs now dear, she says.
She fears her brittle bones couldn't take the strain of a hug.
Though he's a good hugger, she says, that Gavin Westbroo...
Thursday 12th July 2018 8:20 pm
I see you dear cat with a collar around your neck.
A collar I placed around your neck myself.
I realise your collar is a symbol of your slavery.
You are not just a cat,
You are a pet.
A pet !
The collar has a silver disc with your name and my address on it.
You are owned !!
Oh my God, I have become an owner.
An owner of a slavery puss.
I have taken away your identity ...
Thursday 5th July 2018 9:41 pm
He was a poet when it wasn't fashionable to be a poet.
When has it ever been fashionable ?
He took to the stage in a working men's club in the North
Where the audience were waiting for heavy metal and strippers.
And he came on, so skinny,
Big dark glasses and Bob Dylan hair.
And the working men threw bottles at him there
And booed him off the stage.
But still he returned wi...
Saturday 30th June 2018 8:22 pm
Sometimes we fall in love with the enemy,
Even in a war zone.
We know we mustn't love them,
It's absolutely forbidden
Yet love is in our hearts.
Sometimes the enemy needs us.
They're starving and they wait for us to throw them crumbs,
To show them some kindness and affection,
In their cold, hard world.
They are dependent upon our patronage
And we need to be need...
Thursday 28th June 2018 5:23 pm
My father sat in his favourite chair
I longed to run to him and climb all over him
But I knew I mustn't make a mess.
He only had two moods back then,
Fun and no fun.
Looking through the window I thought I saw two vultures on the opposite roof
But they weren't vultures, they were crows.
A very particular walk has a crow,
I saw one crow raping another ...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 9:34 pm
She came to the city.
The scent of the countryside all around her and all within her still.
She was out of the convent school now
And away from the grip of her parents
And the shadows of the large dark and purple mountains.
The sun was shining in the city
And she found that little room at the top of the stairs
And she polished the floor and put down a soft carpet
Thursday 14th June 2018 7:08 pm
As you climb to that little room in The Tower
The deep, steep spiral staircase
So difficult to negotiate
And no way back,
With the long line of people climbing steadily behind you,
You reach a point where you feel,
No, I can't . . .
I don't want to go any further . . .
And it's just at that moment, you're there.
In that tiny room,
Where Richard 111 is said to have ...
Saturday 9th June 2018 10:23 am
Early morning on the Underground train.
People take a seat, look tired, morose.
A full day of work ahead,
Another day dawning,
Many just yawning.
Head down, glancing at the phone, reading the newspaper, the magazine,
Not speaking, not noticing very much at all.
Suddenly he got onto the train,
A large rotund kind of man with a very red face.
Wearing a busy patterned suit ...
Thursday 7th June 2018 6:24 pm
You know it's there
That thing in the cupboard.
You never want to tarry there,
In that big cupboard, the one by the stair
Because you know it's in there.
It's not exactly human
Or totally a monster,
It's somewhere in between,
It's very tall
With skeleton fingers that could tighten around your neck,
Could sneak up behind
Monday 28th May 2018 12:05 pm
Esther, you were the girl they didn't like.
You had a difficult last name that no one could spell
And a difficult father
And somehow for reasons we didn't know,
The teachers didn't like you or him.
I sat next to you at school,
I was your friend,
Your only friend,
You had such fine golden hair
But so thin, your scalp shone through.
New to life,
As we both...
Friday 11th May 2018 9:47 am
We came home and there was this monitor thing attached to the wall
outside our appartment.
It hadn't been there before - had it ?
It had a large red light
And various buttons and little dials.
We telephoned the company - what is it for ?
It's just to monitor, they said, nothing more
Can they see us ?
Can they know the things we do ?
Have you ever been in trouble wit...
Tuesday 8th May 2018 9:48 pm
The veiled woman holding the baby
Stands hands outstretched asking for money.
'Change, change' she says
'Give you give'
Ninety nine per cent of people pass by,
But I stop.
Her eyes meet mine
I want to say
Take your child to Social Services,
Don't beg on the street.
But as I look I feel a long ago memory that isn't even mine.
I hear the sound of...
Monday 30th April 2018 8:43 pm
I have a neat little wristband I wear at all times.
It has a slow throbbing pulse
Which quickens to a series of beeps when he wants me.
He has a wristband just the same
And we conduct our love affair this way
Though we have never met
And never will.
We were matched up through millions of couples
And with the aid of new technology
And with advanced telepathy we began...
Tuesday 24th April 2018 10:06 pm
The local Council planted the tree outside our house.
It was tiny and fragile to begin with.
I was tending the front garden, though it wasn't mine,
It belonged to the elderly couple downstairs
Who started to complain about the tree.
The front garden was only a border
And the soil was hard and rocky,
So I was watering it daily
And fertilizing with plant food.
And the urba...
Tuesday 17th April 2018 9:54 am
He sits alone in a cluttered room
Sheets of music and paper everywhere,
Half eaten dinners on the table,
Outdated phone books piled on the stair.
His eyes penetrating blue,
His dark hair streaked with grey,
He paces about uneasliy
Searching for music to play.
He once lived down the hall from me
And I've never forgotten him.
I love to go to visit him,
To enter into...
Saturday 17th March 2018 2:15 pm
Make me a star
Don't make me wait another day.
Put me on TV
I wanna be a weather girl
Telling all the weather news,
All about the snow and storms and floods,
Smiling as I say it,
Not giving a fuck.
I wanna be famous,
Wanna be in Gossip magazine.
I wanna be on early morning TV,
After dancing all night long
With someone massively famous
Sunday 11th March 2018 10:41 am
We were two crazy girls
Let out of the constraints of family and the red house.
Unsupervised, going completely wild.
Travelling to the dark side of the city.
Buying cheap jewellery
And a little shrunken head thing,
We called Tantrum.
We met those two boys
Hanging around that bad side of town.
It was raining and we sat down on the steps trying to thread the beads we had b...
Sunday 4th March 2018 1:42 pm
Men can cry now
They can cry on TV.
In the past, just before,
When anyone cried on TV,
They would put their middle finger of their right hand
Into the corner of one eye,
Withdraw the finger, look at it and then say 'sorry',
'Sorry', to whomever may be observing this ritual.
No tears, no sound, no sniff, no snot,
Just 'sorry' . . . .
But that's all changed because men ...
Thursday 22nd February 2018 4:16 pm
My grandfather always promised me
That he would tell me the secret of the ship in the bottle.
He had a ship in a bottle,
It stood on the tall dresser by the sky blue wall in the dining room.
The ship had beautiful pure white satin sails
In a gleaming clear glass bottle,
And I would always ask him how the ship got into there.
He promised one day he would tell me
When the tim...
Sunday 11th February 2018 4:22 pm
I got my first kiss there
It was in the secret place
An area behind the disused cinema
That had stood there silent and dark,
Totally forgotten about,
But us kids knew where it was.
All dark with ivy around
And lots of creepy caterpillars.
I didn't really like that boy
But I liked that first kiss
Because it tasted like ice cream, strawberries
Saturday 3rd February 2018 10:01 pm
They say men are like London buses,
That's what people say.
You're waiting all alone in the cold forever,
Then suddenly three come along all at once.
The first one is absolutely packed and there's no room for you to climb aboard
And the driver won't even let you on,
Well not without disposing of someone else first !
The second one is crowded but has space and time for you,
Thursday 25th January 2018 9:57 pm
He comes home in the evening
Always in a bad mood
Morose and silent
The children have already eaten
And rush off to their rooms with his entrance.
He eats his meal while watching TV
His wife laughs at the jokes
That he just cannot see.
Early morning at 6 am
Sees him waiting for the bus
In the dark and freezing cold.
His wife grudgingly got up
To cook a drea...
Wednesday 10th January 2018 9:34 pm
It was this time of year last winter
Christmas all but forgotten,
Swans drifting by on the frozen pond.
The forced hyacinths
Exuding their brutal, almost death - like scent,
In the hush of winter,
Love came my way.
Two people lost really
Standing on the bridge,
Looking down into the swirling current,
The weir that flowed continuously,
Crashing icy cold,
Tuesday 2nd January 2018 5:26 pm