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One that
might be going into my one man show….. We have a cardboard box at
home Quite a big one Might come in useful one day So we keep it Big green letters Emblazon the khaki sides Meisen Knodel Fat Balls Boules de Graisse Not sure what It was Or what was in it But realise We all are gradually Absorbing language From each other Till all the world Is one big Unified place All speaking the same For my part I’ve memorised Meisen Knodel Boules de Graisse Last month I
featured my ode to Germaine Greer and claimed it was the first poem I ever
wrote but in performance recently as I made such an announcement another poem
came into my head. Those who know me will recall that I can’t memorise my
poems, the excuse being that I write so many, yet suddenly here was a poem
coming back to me from when I was 15! I stood there and spoke it out word for
word and here it is. (No that its brilliant or anything more a sort of
novelty value)... Telling a friend The world will end In 1981 Could go on Says he doesn’t want Mary Quant to grow old No-tights-legs get cold I wouldn’t mind Being an old man Wear groovy shirts Do what I can Telling the kids What I did When I was young This next
one is a group poem written as part of my residency at the archer Project in
Sheffield….. A Life With
Nothing Demons twitching Drugs, booze Shivers Discontented, confused Wanting more – Rattling! Baffled – No dignity Lost on your own A life with nothing Stressed – Mixed up All this is Loneliness Everything So difficult to do Dreams don’t come true Twisted anger – Hurt At complete loss This is madness Nervousness at best Weak Lie down – Die Go to sleep Come on kids Don’t do what we did Don’t withdraw Need protection Don’t want more more more An extract
from Search for the Bluebell Pixie... There is a spirit, living
magic deep within all things The rock the tree the flower
and the stream Steady simple is the being in
the rock Old old wisdom echoes
steadily from the tree And lucky those who see the
flower fairy Yet water changes constantly The playful stream - The
dewdrop’s dream The hurried dash of waterfall Dangerous Ocean - Floods foul
motion Just one spirit is them all When she rises We must calm her - Charm her But first we play her - Be
her As she rises - Suddenly Deep within the murky pond
see rising green Then whooshing up right over
head and she is mean Scream Weave emerald arms as
waterweed Snarl – cackle - Say, “I am
Jenny Greenteeth” Icicles for fingernails Bubbling fetid swamp for body Hair as wild as storming
gales Boiling water for a voice “I will eat thee”
“No not me” Frightened children now
retreat As she lunges – us to eat Fear her for she is the all
that’s bad Of water But we’ve been good” - Tell
her - Tell her “I don’t believe”
Tell
her - A charming spell to weave “What
have you ever done?” “That
goodness smiles upon” [Who can tell us something
good they’ve done?] Now we see her gently change Her features rearrange Up above us rises mer-maiden Voluptuous and unarrobed Hair flows golden Sylkie – soft are words she’s
spoken “You are good
children”
The spell is broken! - She is
changing back to green “Mean” now she’s Jenny Greenteeth “You are Mean”
She changes back and forth From good to mean From silk to green Good – mean - Good – mean What have we that can hold
her- In-between? - Reaching deep We find the gift we keep, That is for her - Sparkling -
Glittering Wave out, unfurl - Rainbow
weaving: Fish skin – Throw - Throw it
in She puts it on - All evil
gone See how I’m sylkie
Smiling down - All evil truly
gone I am the mer-woman
In awe the children - Happily
calm Just to be here with her -
Feels so warm “What
brings you here? Tell
me so I may understand” [We are stuck in fairyland] Then
you children - Who are so good Who
seek the Bluebell Pixie Must
travel through the wood Listening
- Smiling Now may I gently
warn
You must ask - The
Leprechaun
But
first I call upon All
the moisture within the land Teardrops downpours
fungal damp
The dew, spring rain
the rising sap
To
gather up above - As crystal beads of love Looking up We see iridescent droplets
gather glistening Sparkling in the light -
Shining shimmering And slowly lowering into
sight Dazzling beautiful just above
the shoulder be A minute miniature pretty
pretty fairy To each of you a
gift
To
travel with thee You each now have a friendly
fairy Treat her kindly |
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