Zones of Avoidance

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I’m reading ‘The Confessions of an English Opium Eater’ –

I want to understand what drove my daughter out

 

in the snow with no coat or socks, in search of a fix.

I want to understand what divinity led her

 

to set up camp in the derelict ‘pigeon house’

after running out of sofas to surf.

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I was a Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds girl myself.

I liked the way it made inanimate objects move

 

until that day in Balham when my guy sang Rock n Roll Suicide

from a third floor window and an Alsatian leapt

 

from the wood grain of the station door

and policemen were penguins in disguise.

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Tough Love. The mantra of the support group

for those beaten by their loved one’s addiction.

 

When I was busted at nineteen and the bedsit landlord

tipped my belongings onto the street, the last person

 

I would’ve turned to was my mother.

You’ve made your bed. Lie on it. Lie on it. Lie on it.

 

 

 

Maggie SawkinsThe Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry

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Greg Freeman

Sun 31st Jan 2016 23:29

Thanks for posting an extract from your wonderful Zones of Avoidance here, Maggie. Speaking as one who's reviewed the book! http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=48795

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Robert Mann

Sun 31st Jan 2016 20:37

Maggie - I can feel the narrator's pain throughout this piece. Even though drugs have only been a minimal intrusion on my working life, I do wonder at the self destruct button some people are unable to avoid. A fitting closure might also be 'You've made your bed. Lie on it. Lie on it. Die on it.' Well written Maggie.
Rob

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