Thinking back





I can remember a screech, a bang

Then a numbness that felt like I was pinned

Under heavy ice


Then voices calling for ambulances

The slap of frantic footwear

And at the corner of my mouth

A rich iron taste


I can remember hall of mirror faces

Mobile phones

And a hand clamping mine


‘You’ll be alright, mate’


‘He just stepped out’


‘Hang in there, buddy’


I can remember spiralling upwards

Through a thin mist

Past my old school

Past boxes of pomegranates

Past my grandmother rolling pastry


All very weird

But that’s what I remember

Before a sudden hot grinding in my ears

Switched everything off

◄ Earwig

Jackanory ►


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alan barlow

Mon 20th Dec 2010 20:06

i enjoyed this and the parallels not shared by a similar piece wrote a while back called "that night", its strange that what spoke to me most was the lack of similarity but i love the imagery of the 2nd stanza.

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Mon 20th Dec 2010 19:37

Very powerful this - great dialogue - enjoyed the spiralling thoughts - the understatedness - everything

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