4am wind whips
round my flat rattling walls
I’m not sure what the weather is like with you but here we have blustery gales ripping up trees, closing roads and causing trouble. Wind is one of my least favourite weathers. I tried to explain why to someone a few years ago and they didn’t get it. Maybe it was me, maybe I didn’t explain it well enough, but I feel like I am being attacked by the wind. I want to retreat, run away, hide from the enemy. I want to pull a duvet over my head and block out the howls with a pillow. I take the weather personally.
Very excitingly, two of my poems have been published in ‘Opening a different window: a poetry and illness anthology’.
If you’re interested, you can download it for £5.95.
Personally I’m far more excited at the prospect of a four day weekend!
Clocks tick, breath is held
Hands move to midnight as the
Last second passes
(Prompt from WriteAlm‘s January prompts)
Dreams dance behind glass
To rustling leaves. A wall
Tears to icicles
Down frost bitten cheeks. Sorrow
Freezing inside her
I finally wrote a thing! It’s been a long time…
In my last post, I included poems which took me from York to Ullapool. Because of tide times and such things I stayed in Ullapool in The Ceilidh Place (part bookshop, part cafe, part hotel, part hostel) for a night. This also turned out to be a great place to sit and read and avoid the rain.
By the way, if you’re travelling round Scotland on public transport I highly recommend Traveline Scotland (also available in app form).
The 3am wind
Clatters the rain beaten glass
Here in ullapool
In The Ceilidh Place
Sodden shoes squeak loudly over
Gaelic music and hushed voices
Strangers share stories with acquaintances
As if the best of friends
In this passing place
On the boat to Tanera Mor
A trail of white foam as she
Heads for tidemarked land
A stranger wishes
Me goodnight in the same way
He would his children