Well, National Poetry Day passed me by, as did World Mental Health Day.
In honour of forgetting both these important days I have written a blog for Under the Fable Magazine about Poetry and Mental Health. You can find it here.
Further embracing themes of split/multiple personalities in quite a blunt, uneducated way, I have written a split poem entitled ‘The Split’.
Earlier…
We had walked We walked
Hand in hand
Through snow Through
To the patisserie
Where we bought
Oven warm bread warm
And salted butter
And paid in change
We waited
A little too long little
In the doorway doorway
Staring out at the cold S
You clung onto the bread
Like some thermal torpedo
As we raced we raced
Through the sumptuous blanket Through
Of bitter sunshine bitter
And pillow soft snow
And when we got home
We ate the sweet bread sweet
With the butter
Leaving salt crystals on our tongue
And tears in our eyes tears
We forgot everything We
And began wanting began
Again again.
©Stuart Buck
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