Friday, 26 November 2010

Twelve From Home

Friday 26th November 2010, A. Palmer


Just an ordinary day it was.
As it always is.
The road was empty so the only dust was behind me.

Can’t remember skipping track but the corner arrived quickly.
If I tried to turn, I’d already missed my cue,
so lamenting that ditches aren’t lined with pillows like

the ones my Nan used to have for her back,
or a ball pit in pre-school poster paint hues,
I flinched as the world dropped sixty degrees.

Whilst my legs snapped against the steering wheel,
I winced as I digested ribs without chewing-
an old oak to the left appeared to share my pain.

The seat belt turned on me as I rolled.
Half-decapitated, something in the distance
reminded me of France,
whilst the windscreen falling out allowed me to get
fleeting, reprieving whiffs of heather.

Strangely impressed by the wrestle between meadow and cloud-
neither was on top for long-
one final rut sent me soaring through a coral sky.

Laughably landing right way up,
I pictured you,
and the daughter we hadn’t yet had,
before slipping away into a dream of Christmas years ago.



2 comments:

  1. well put.

    magical flow...
    keep it up.

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