… the saying of you remains the living of you
never to be said.
—Martin Carter
You, I mutter, you, you, you, as if to keep
you near. It’s now become a mantra, an ohm to help me sleep,
murmurs to fool the memory, a make-believe,
a dream. If I deceive
myself, I think, you’ll live. You’ll live.
And as for me? The mantra-you? This you you you
ensures that I survive.
We wanted to have some fun.
So Annie suggested we write seven poems in seven days every month, starting on the seventh.
Several of us took up the challenge. This month, I’m returning full-time to academia, so I got sidetracked.
Still. I thought I’d share a little of the work I’ve done so far. It’ll flash up and disappear, in time, because, you know, this is a blog and one day I might want to publish one of them, but in the meantime.
Here: watch this space.
