Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Bournemouth Hotel Morning

When wallpaper
Is stuck to the ceiling
Is it ceiling paper?
The gaps where it’s unglued
Catch the dark

You tap out Morse
On your Blackberry
I listen to the whistle in my ears
Fragments of traffic
Rustle of starched white sheet
Pad of your feet
Your cough and spit into the bowl
Electronic hums
Click of light switch
Clump of distant door
Indeterminate shuffling
Someone seeking breakfast, maybe?
Turning page
In the Labour party
Conference Guide
Soft scratch
Of this uni-ball eye
Manufactured by
The Mitsubishi pencil Company

Creak of bones


Roger Stevens said...

Well, it's been a busy summer. A few weeks holiday in France, where we bought a house, a week in Norway cruising the fjords (see previous poem)and then selling our house in East Sussex. We now live in London.
The new CD still isn't quite ready - still waiting for the cover. But a new CD of myself reading poems (check out Why Otters Don't Wear Socks in amazon audio) and a big format poetry book with some fellow poets. Right now though working on a book for teachers.
And sitting in a rather dreary hotel room - while Jill attends the Labour party Conference in Bournemouth working with the Citizens Advice Bureau. (See latest poem - a bit rough and ready. Needs some work to be honest. Hey ho!)

wastedpapiers said...

Gosh you have been busy- you didnt mention buying a house in France!
Nice poem/diary jottin gs. I can appreciate the creaking bones bit- I tend to creak quite lot, especially when I first wake up- signs of growing older. Must eat more oliy fish- it's suppoed to be good for creaky joints? Or do you rub it on the outside?

That long awaited CD is taking it's time but well worth it I'm sure from what we heard at Easter= gosh, it seems so long ago!

wastedpapiers said...

oily and supposed ofcourse NOT what I just typed with my creaky figners!

Ricercar said...

very nice :)

Roger Stevens said...

Hi Ricecar, thought I'd pop along to your blog - but it wouldn't let me in. I wouldn't mind, but it's chilly out here and looks like it might rain later. And I didn't bring my mac.

Anonymous Boxer said...

I'm not sure how I got here, but I know I liked the name... and now that I'm "here", I also like the writing.

Shubhodeep said...

nice words. hope you are well.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Sounds like you've got your time management sorted out have you any tips? I'm looking for a way to sleep whilst still writing my course work still the next course looks promising on that front. Just finished the creative writing boo hoo now for Twentieth Century Literary texts and debates, double boo hoo, roll on the next creative writing one, can't wait.
Love the intimacy of fjords and so many lovely pictures in it, gorgeous and this one particularly the first verse made me smile, it is that thing of alien sounds mixed with the familiar. I find the sounds anywhere new are much more startling, as if the primeval in me is still worried it will get eaten. But I don't think you should do much to it I like it as it is.