Here begin the long days… (poetry)

Here begin the long days,

where time stands still

For a nation.

Endless tea and snacks

and never quite getting dressed.

Here begin the long days.

When we sacrificed a lot

Here begins the times,

so we don’t sacrifice the many.

I welcome the long days,

I welcome the quiet.

I welcome the long lives

The long days will give us.

Tea | poetry

I could probably write a whole book about tea, and maybe one day I will. It features in every single book I’ve ever written and despite the thousands of cups that have gone cold in my time – the next cuppa is never far from my mind.

Sleep | poetry

You fall asleep,

My hand to your cheek

At first it seems sweet

Then I think of blander motives

Am I interrupting your rest?

Is this just a unwillingness to move?

Then you pull my hand to your chest

Bringing it to rest, part of me on you

Where I should always have been,

And I remember what love feels like again.

Blurring | Poetry

When the days blurrrrrrr

into one.

And everything fades

to obscurity,

the world makes the

most sense

in the dark.

 

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