Season of Mist

Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness,
You hide under a cloak of a nice idea.
But this Tuesday morning you will be unveiled
as it pisses down with rain and a shit load of hail.

So now I’m trapped in my car
I now wish was a boat,
avoiding the inevitable,
pissed that I don’t have my coat.

I guess I could make a run for it
How wet would I get?
But I’m wearing swede boots
which I haven’t protected yet.

Why would you do this to me?
Why today?
I used to be so fond of you,
why would you betray me this way?

As I curse this season,
the clouds suddenly part,
the rain stops and brings joy to my heart.

I make a dash for it,
it wasn’t that far.
And I make it to Sainsbury’s.
Fuck!
I’ve left the keys in the car.

Silent Manifesto (based on Nick Prombino)

I the person had problems like anybody else.
Tired of never having any money,
wondering where my life would take me,
what kind of future will I have,
will I have enough money.
When will I have children,
when will I get married,
I wonder if he’ll have money.

I the person like anybody else had problems.
Am I good person, do my friends think
I’m a good person. Are my friends good people?
Do I have good friends, am I a good friend?
Do I need to lose weight, should I look more like her?
Do I like how I look, what do other people think?

While I the author have different problems like,
what will I write about next?
Will it work, will it flow?
Will it be liked and will I sound smart?
Have I included enough themes and imagery,
and complementary syntax and metre?
What is metre again?
Have I thought enough, have I thought too much?
Is my writing any good, are my classmates better than me?
So I the author wants to talk and silence
I the person.

My Hands

Though small and delicate, sensitive and fragile, my hands held your's and carried you. Through trials and tribulations, through pain and through happiness, through your strength and weakness. And when you were weak they provided you with strength and support. But you crushed them. You held on so tight you cut off my blood supply and drained the colour from them.
   
     You placed a ring on my finger, so beautiful and special. It left an indent, forever engraved. Even when I removed it, I felt it. Even when you made it lose it's meaning, it clung onto my hand, searching for a new one or desperately trying to bring back the old
   
     I used to hate the way you ran your fingernails underneath mine, until your mother explained the childlike connection; then I stopped asking you to stop; I stopped pulling my hand from yours, as the overwhelming feeling of endearment replaced the irritation.
   
     When you left, I started painting my nails bright colours; colours that clashed with one another; colours which alternated from nail to nail. I tattooed my index finger with a brash, bold statement - it made me feel empowered, somewhat, to do something I wanted to do despite it being impractical.
   
     I wouldn't be honest if I said I no longer missed holding your hand. Although, perhaps it's fairer to say: I miss you holding mine.

I Have a Dream

After taking respite in the comfort of my home and with family, I have managed to get back into the working mind frame and sat and approached the next part of my end of year independent project for university. I decided, as my independent project, to construct a critical essay on the works of Bob Dylan, entitled 'Politics and Poetry'. Needless to say, a lot of background research has been required of me each time I sit and attempt to analyse any of his protest songs.
   
     Today I started to look at 'Only a Pawn in Their Game', a song Dylan wrote about  the assassination of civil rights activist Medgar Evers. I discovered that he performed this song on the 1963 March on Washington, where later Martin Luther King delivered his 'I have a dream' speech. This urged me to sit and watch the speech in it's entirety, which I'd never done before. No matter how many times I hear this it never ceases to send goose pimples all over my body and tears to my eyes. An inspirational man, epically inspirational words.