Feb 2018
So I walk in a little late, still high.
Groups of strangers on primary-school chairs,
no question that I smell differently.
‘We all know why we’re here’, the man declares;
forty-something glares behind her tall glass.
This week’s book, The Bell Jar, and so she reads.
A page down, ‘would you like to go now?’ Pass.
I think of my ill brother up in Leeds
as her pretentious voice clogs the room.
What a state of affairs, what a life. How
it is what it is, it is what it is -
My brother says that a lot, back at home
or he used to, at least, long ago: Now
he can barely drive through small villages.
Groups of strangers on primary-school chairs,
no question that I smell differently.
‘We all know why we’re here’, the man declares;
forty-something glares behind her tall glass.
This week’s book, The Bell Jar, and so she reads.
A page down, ‘would you like to go now?’ Pass.
I think of my ill brother up in Leeds
as her pretentious voice clogs the room.
What a state of affairs, what a life. How
it is what it is, it is what it is -
My brother says that a lot, back at home
or he used to, at least, long ago: Now
he can barely drive through small villages.
Written: February 2018.
Explanation: A sonnet written in my own time for university - as such, changes are possible in the near future. The title is that of a sonnet by Philip Larkin, and the last word of each line in his poem is the same as in mine - otherwise, it is all original writing by me. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many older pieces of mine were put on private recently. Only more satisfying work and older university writings remain.
Explanation: A sonnet written in my own time for university - as such, changes are possible in the near future. The title is that of a sonnet by Philip Larkin, and the last word of each line in his poem is the same as in mine - otherwise, it is all original writing by me. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many older pieces of mine were put on private recently. Only more satisfying work and older university writings remain.
