Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Monday, 20 October 2014

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Back When

Back When

living,
you said,
on an island
like we always fantasised
back when we were young
back when life was less complicated,
back when...

i was jealous
like you'd achieved something
ticked the ultimate life goal
finished the bucket list
(did you ever write a novel?)
and swam in the reservoir of life
while all I ever did
was muck about in the foetid pool
of other people's desires
wondering where my life went
and wanting my youth back.

the boat was small,
piloted by a fisherman with broken nets
who treated me like a mad woman
though happy to accept money
from hands lined with experience.
your island a speck on the horizon
growing larger with each minute
passed in mute silence
until I could recognise the ruin of a church
and a black flag flapping in the breeze
by a dilapidated jetty.

he wouldn't dock
or land on the shore
of a quarantined island
your friend's dead, he said, or soon will be
abandoned to typhoid
think yourself lucky.

and I remembered back when
your smile, your laugh
and your promise of forever
as I slipped from the boat
and swam to shore.



Rescued Rose

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Saturday, 18 October 2014