Mental health support worker and part time poet, I am a graduate in Creative Writing both undergraduate and postgraduate.
After Work I spent some time in a pub where old men go to sit. I drank too much gin and had too many thoughts. Pictures of 1950’s Radcliffe were hanging on the walls. I felt time pass slowly and life change around me. I staggered out in time to see a half moon dangle over a row of six terraced houses. The rooftops lit up like an ocean. I was reminded of Monet at first but then decided it was more like Round Midnight by Thelonious Monk. Really it was none of them, it was just a mood I’d conjured up for the short walk home, broken halfway by the quick footsteps and heavy breathing I heard coming behind me. I didn’t look back once, even though the footsteps got quicker and the breathing got heavier. I was relieved when I put my key in the front door and a middle aged woman shot past, rushing home to bed after a long day. The state I’m in. By the time that moon vanishes from that sky I will probably feel very different. And the world will feel different. And life will change again, if only in a subtle way at first.
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Steve stepped onto the met (07/01/2020)
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