Mission to Mars
Stretching across space
Filling the emptiness with intention
Pushing away from all that's familiar
Cosy sun closing in on its self
Weaker and further away from the light
A vacuum of coldness of absence of feeling
A pioneer into the fear of what I'll uncover
My own loneliness and boredom I've already quantified
Measured over and over and over again
But this distance is painful, difficult and alien
I must forge on to reach you
Bring you closer and comfort you
But it's never that easy;
It's like a mission to Mars.
A day in colour
Blue black of wings scurry skywards
Soaring over a soggy field.
Fluorescent lollypop lady trudges to her sentry post
Her smile not yet fixed on her face.
Dark umbrellas inverted by the wind
Flap above heads like ragged birds.
Tacky red hearts litter shop windows
That were previously colourless and blank.
Comfy blue sweater wraps a man from the Valleys
Talking about transport in a meeting room.
Grey of the tube station hurtles into black
Speeding noisily beneath the city.
I wield my white cane, get out of my way,
Through the crowds and the crush.
Sky drained of rain sprinkled with gold clouds
Float In fathomless blue.
Mauve dusk settles over the suburbs
Tucking us in for the night.
Konditor and Cook Cake Shop
How I love cake!
Sumptuous sponge frothing with frosting
Lemon chiffon silky and zingy
Soft soft chocolate swathed in vanilla
Icing shimmering, sticky and sweet
Victoria sandwiches middles squishing
A muddle of cup cakes too many to choose
A heaven of baked goodness in the heart of the city
And don't worry if you don't live near to their
Emporium of indulgence
They have a cake hotline and they're online!
Outside the outsiders
Sadness seeps like the rain water
Dripping from our coats and bags
Beer and spirits rest in their glasses
A circle unspirals as the conversation
Skirts round and round like a bird of prey
Hovering but never diving for the kill.
Am I too old? Too needy for this gathering?
Thinking too hard when no one else does?
I do seem to have the capacity to always
Feel the outsider even in the company
Of outcasts and pariahs to whom I'm sent scurrying
By those who belong.
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