Poem for today, World

Having been reminded that it’s World Poetry Day, I’ve scrambled to post one fresh from the pencil.
I’m more than a little preoccupied with The Infant currently, especially as we’ve been enjoying his first ever vomiting virus today. Hurray! We’re charging through all these ‘firsts’ and the crazy rate of change is a constant reminder of the ephemeral nature of, um, nature. With this in mind, I’ve written down something that happened the other day.

Like Water Through Fingers

There are three holes in the base

Of the bright orange pot

You’re playing with in the bath.

I use the pot to pour water and bubbles

Over your head and back

And you laugh and splash with such naked life in your eyes

That tears come to mine while smiling.

I fill the pot again and hold it high,

Letting the water run out through the three holes.

The water runs fast.

The three downward flowing streams of moving water

Seem to be three solid silver poles.

You watch. You reach.

And, being human, try to hold them.

Small handprint in the dark

Signs of Life

Well, so, um, that last post was a long time ago…  Oops. Am delighted to declare to the wide open spaces of the internet that things have taken an upturn in many ways since then. Hoping to be able to mention one of them next week, but in the meantime, here’s a flyer for a forthcoming poetry gig. It’s at The Mill in Banbury on Thursday, July 9th. John Hegley’s headlining. That’s John Hegley. Eeek. So very excited!

Poetry at The Mill, Banbury, every 2nd Thursday

Poetry at The Mill, Banbury, every 2nd Thursday. John Hegley and Claire Taylor, July 9th