Feb 2014
and I saw you.
And yes, you were good.
And yes, you can sing.
The paper hearts fluttered down
from somewhere,
snaffled by hands
before you sank from view.
Young things in shorts
wielding rainbow sticks
seats in front and I doubt
my indie record
is cooler than yours
but I saw the sparks,
circus tricks,
dancers popping
along the stage.
But now it is Wednesday,
a four-hour memory
that is sleepily blending
into delicious red.
And yes, you were good.
And yes, you can sing.
The paper hearts fluttered down
from somewhere,
snaffled by hands
before you sank from view.
Young things in shorts
wielding rainbow sticks
seats in front and I doubt
my indie record
is cooler than yours
but I saw the sparks,
circus tricks,
dancers popping
along the stage.
But now it is Wednesday,
a four-hour memory
that is sleepily blending
into delicious red.
Written: February 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time and the follow-up to previous piece 'Mind the Gap.' This poem was written in a rough form at five minutes to midnight on a train at London St. Pancras and finished at 00:21, after watching Taylor Swift perform at the The O2 Arena during her 'Red Tour.'
Explanation: A poem written in my own time and the follow-up to previous piece 'Mind the Gap.' This poem was written in a rough form at five minutes to midnight on a train at London St. Pancras and finished at 00:21, after watching Taylor Swift perform at the The O2 Arena during her 'Red Tour.'
