Monthly Archives: July 2019

Knot

The Knot of Hands

Hands tell a tale, even in

fractured lives, in

crowded places where a

hand helps, in the

silent bed where a

hand slips over hip

seeking fingers, in the

tight knot of

life lived in all its

knotty impossibility.

 

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit.)

 

 

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Pizzeria

In this achingly modern eatery

there is nothing to distinguish

staff from customers and

endless uncertainty

who to wave at, who to

casually ignore.

 

My pizza arrives, the

ingredients so

carefully selected

unevenly spread, with

acres of barren dough like a

life with only

occasional pleasures, the

bare bits usually

left until last.

Jet Stream

Fridayam's Blog

Midsummer mocks us with

bluster and chill and we

shrill of climate change while the

Jet Stream goeth

where it listeth

shrieking west to east to

simmer Summer somewhere.

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Vagaries

Fridayam's Blog

Summer warms but rarely inspires me, being

English, preferring the vagaries of weather, the

indecision of days torn between

blue, black, grey, white and their

insubordinates, bookended by

salmon split and cooked  slowly, someone’s

blood spilt, seeping, drying,

dying out into those

ochre bars which smear the

Summer Moon, under which

I sit strangely content,

oddly wanting.

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Joan the Puzzle

Fridayam's Blog

I wrote you wrong, but it seemed

simpler than explaining such an

admingle of girl and boy when I was so

callow and eager for success and

Henry 6 was my mark and

mark it made but

later I learnt to write such women,

so many newfangled figures

fairing my plays, girls played by

boys, none having your skill with a

sword nor able to

cross-dress with your aplomb but

you’d beaten us so I wrote you as a

whore, a madwoman, a Catholic, a

heretic, a witch for which we’d burned you but

most of all I remembered how our

cloth-eared soldiers mispronounced you

–not la Pucelle but the

Puzzle, which is what you are,

puzzling me still.

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