I cannot write.

It stems from a time I imagine to be November coloured;

a damp grey, a playground painted like a paramedic’s jacket,

a green surreal field amongst concrete, a black tree

with one plastic bag leaf.

 

I stood with the cold that wouldn’t stay still, that would follow me,

come between me and a bar of soap,

stare at me through the eyes of a doll;

the cotton of her dress, yellowed, her halo

disappearing in my hands.

 

I cannot speak of love, in times like these,

it is insignificant. It smacked my jaw back,

made me bite my face like a whore

and it took my words away like a magpie -

my children, gone.

 

In moments alone,

I wish it would not come.

 

But I do,

I do,

wish

 

it

 

would.

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Laura Taylor

Fri 21st Jan 2011 09:50

Same as Andy I like how it breaks down at the end. The first 2 lines of 2nd verse speak to me - grew up in a house that had ice on the inside of the windows in winter.

Strong, and haunting...quite scary too in places...those dolls eyes...

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Andy N

Fri 21st Jan 2011 08:17

this is almost as good for me, Marianne as the piece i have just commented on...

lot of excellent stuff here, but i like the way the sentence structure breaks down at the end of the poem...

top notch stuff again x

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 20th Jan 2011 19:47

This is haunting. Every time I think you could do no better, somehow you do, with new relations between ideas and diction that are entrancing. The second stanza is amazing, but hardly more so than the entire poem. Love 'I stood with the cold...that would follow me', almost a poem in itself.

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Ray Miller

Thu 20th Jan 2011 17:29

I liked this a lot. These lines are top stuff:
a playground painted like a paramedic’s jacket,


I stood with the cold that wouldn’t stay still, that would follow me,

Don't know that you need "to be" before November or the bar of soap line but the rest was great.

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alan barlow

Thu 20th Jan 2011 15:08

certainly a fair few interesting lines in this and i like november coloured i think perhaps it would have more impact with the subsequent damp grey though ?

i just wish i had been more careful yesterday though because now i feel like a whore...

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