Missing
August 31, 2023
Presumed lost.
An us. Our we.
Not found any more.
And lost feels better than just
Thrown away.
Cats and maps.
August 29, 2023
The warmth and weight of a cat on a lap
As I study a map of the counties across the UK and select colours to identify those where…
Well what, exactly? I decide to select those I have spent at least a night in.
But the cat’s ear brushes the edge of my texting hand
Her purrs and her paw movements require my attention.
And my memory is better for town names rather than counties anyways.
But why are people NOT selecting blue for the outline area (which is sea, or course!)?
The weight of the cat comforts me, and her warmth through the blanket transfers to my thighs and the purring is fading as she drifts to sleep, with only a single grumbling mew as my texting hand temporarily roused her.
I can’t resist stroking the top of her head again, and once more the grumble-mew, with purring – mixed messages.
Her claws temporarily extend then retract, and her pattern of breathing slows, and lulls me to the edge of sleep too
Lifes’ lessons
August 28, 2023
Examining older scars
To reassure myself
Of the wounds I’ve survived
Even thrived from
Post periods of healing
And that time is
Well: Spent.
As we learn even more about
Who we were. Who we are.
Who we could yet turn out to be.
New bedding
August 27, 2023
I have bought new bedding.
It is beautiful. Sleek to the touch. A crisp white traced with a delicate jaquard of intricate leaves.
Oxford pillow cases, with a similar trim edging the duvet cover. A zip! Who knew! It wasn’t on sale; and was probably the first time I paid full price for a set since the blue and white one below. I just saw it on display in the shop, and liked it so much that when they didn’t have it in stock, and I was still thinking about it a week later, I finally wrestled my way through a rare-for-me online purchase, with so many hiccups and freezes that on any other day I’d have interpreted as indicating I’m not supposed to have it.
I ordered it yesterday on the second time of looking at it online (holding my breath with every stuck field of my ordering page as it was showing as low stock – less than 10 left!) And collected it today. I put it on my bed this afternoon, replacing the blue and white duvet cover and cases I bought for my first double bed away at university.
That has been an old faithful, and remained my favourite, through the subsequent years, however many new sets I bought when THAT was my thing for the very long time when I found no enjoyment in clothes shopping.
And now finally it’s wearing a little thin – I noticed when I laundered it the last but one time around – but amazingly seems to have hardly faded over the decades; and always makes me happy when I put it on the bed.
For a while there I thought there was a special reason it had stayed looking so new. Like… it was supposed to be seen by someone?
Learning
August 26, 2023
To breathe again
On my own
Without you
Without the thought of you
And me
The us was not to be.
It makes me gasp
And gulp for air as
If a blast had used up
All the oxygen
The ensuing vacuum is waiting
Still to be filled:
Against nature’s wishes.
Late August is not yet Autumn
August 26, 2023
The seasons are changing.
This morning the air is fresh, not humid, for the first time in weeks.
The sunlight this week has had that 22 carat golden hue that is much more late September than the end of August.
The hedgerows are heavy with some of the largest blackberries I’ve seen in years. Apparently it’s the wet summer that helps with that.
I’ll go collecting and hopefully find enough to freeze some so in the dark depths of the coming winter, on a particular short dark cold day, I can pull them out and evoke once more the past summer’s sun.
The stocks I bought and stuck in a grow bag full of compost without much nurturing other than some splashes of water have also produced some impressively huge fruit, swollen and heavy with promise of the sweetsharp juice within.
With the ripened apples from the tree behind the greenhouse, both of which I inherited when I moved here in the dying weeks of the last difficult year, I intend to make crumble to share with friends, and maybe pies too.
All things change, and evolve, and seasons come and seasons go.
The long hot heady days we think will never end really do have all too short a lease.
And I have prepared for the coming cold. I have bee wellies that arrived this morning: deep almost but not quite navy blue with metallic golden bees bussing around and a honey comb patterned lining. I can already feel the soft creaking under my feet from when I will inevitably go out to play in the first snows of the coming winter.
But: we still have Autumn yet to come.
Season of mists, and mellow fruitfulness. Wood smoke in the air from bonfires as gardeners clear the debris left from their plants’ growth efforts two seasons before.
Hearty soups, and baked potatoes. Our food choices change with the seasons.
Late crop, root crops. Tougher skins.
Different futures
August 25, 2023
I wish I knew
What went amiss,
Why me and you
So – lost the bliss
I thought we’d found.
So easily.
Without a peep!
And how the we
We were is ground
Into the past
But now
At last
I know:
That us
Is no more
Who you and me
Once used to be
Now face
The exit door.
Changes
August 19, 2023
Cut hair
Buy clothes
Be fitter
Get thinner
It’s not
Too late
To be
A winner
Just need
To change
My ways
So days
Spent waiting
Are time
Remaking
The who
And the what
As me now
Is the not
What they want
If I
Say less
Weigh less
Thought less
Could I
Then learn
Who I
Should be
So someone
Somewhere
Might
Choose
Me
?
Realisation
August 19, 2023
A different story
A different plan
A different life
A different man
A different dream
Was not to be
The future holds
Not you, for me.
Birthday presents
August 9, 2023
Much love – of the kind that just thoughts of it will keep you warm on the coldest of nights
Laughter – so hard, til your sides ache, and you gasp for the breath you need, to exist and to laugh some more.
Kisses – the lightest and deepest that feather soft almost drown you and drink you replenish you make your head spin as your toes extend
Wishes – for happy and healthy and long life and good wife – the same too for her and for them and for theirs and your friends who surround you around you adventures abounding astounding no cares and no worry
It couldn’t be us. For that I am sorry.