Tuesday, May 13, 2014


Where friends once lived
Friend-shaped spaces

Walking along Brighton sea front
A bag of fish and chips
A sharp sea breeze chopping up the past

An old train ticket to Rochester

found in a favourite jacket
Standing next to Lennon in the cathedral loos

A jacket, clothes, blankets…
Imagine a tent, caught in a ferocious gale
pegs ripped from the ground
flapping through the air

From school laughter
and the smell of paint and charcoal
to a hospital bed
And now, another space
that can never be filled in

How big is that space?
The size of a room? Of a stadium?
A planet’s atmosphere?

And these spaces clump together
like magnetic poles
into a huge emptiness
an enormous why

Can we ever know many holes it takes
to fill the Albert Hall?
You saw Clapton there…
Stray images fly
Caught in the sunlight, like dust
Dust to dust
Dust is never in short supply


Wastedpapiers said...

Nice - captures perfectly that empty feeling when someone close is no longer here.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Yes, I'm right there with you on this one.

Roger Stevens said...

Thanks. Sad times. Seven deaths in our family and friends in the last six months. Probably because we're getting old.