Polly

Writings and Witterings


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Tim

A singer / songwriter brought back to mind by a meeting with friends…thanks Holly. My tribute.

Tim

Vietnam heroin
changed his life,
held in thrall
–white evil.
‘If I were a carpenter’
Woodstock.
No one
there
will ever forget
the haunting
perfect cut gem,
from a wondrous
poignant
pen.
OD.

Polly Robinson © 2015


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Hear The Dance

Background music,
‘for company,’
to me, that is
–cacophony–

But listen,
really listen,
hear the words,
feel the melody, impact, rhythm:
heart bursts,
eyes shine,
body sways,
mind fills
and tingles neck’s nape.
Dance takes shape.

♩ ♬ ♩ ♬

Polly Robinson © 2015


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Familiar

Potatoes:
first earlies, small and new,
later ones stored for the winter.
Clay and earth
turned to tilth,
rough handled spade
leaves splinters.
Apples ripen
and are wrapped
in newspaper
staining fingers.

In the cellar
down stone steps
the clatter of heels.
In the cold,
breath freezes.
The dog in its kennel,
head on paws;
looks from under brows
then moves eyes to the side,
as if to say, ‘Go away.’

A place of lacquered music boxes,
globes, clocks, a box of matches:
laughter, anger.

High praise and low
days are common.
Rows end in tears
and gladness.
Familiar.

Polly Robinson © 2015


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Untitled

Upright, shoulders back,
sitting on a kitchen chair.
Steam rises
from a white fine china cup.
Light motes
filter in the air.
He stares
at a drop of hot brown tea
cooling as it dribbles
from where his lips
touched;
it trickles stuttering down the side,
makes its way to the saucer
where a silver, tea streaked spoon
rests.
The spoon carried one
and a half spoons
of sugar to the cup,
as his hand shook
grains of sugar fell
to the table
and remained there;
round, white, slightly shimmering
on the green polka dot cloth.

Polly Robinson © 2015

 

Suggestions for a title would be welcome :)


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VerseWrights

Good to see one of my poems featured on the VerseWrights website and Facebook page

‘Volunteers’ was inspired by Rodin’s fabulous sculpture in Calais from 1889 – according to Linduff et al[1] it serves as a monument to an occurrence in 1347 during the Hundred Years’ War, when Calais, an important French port on the English Channel, was under siege by the English for over a year. Calais commissioned Rodin to create the sculpture in 1884.

The Burghers of Calais by Auguste Rodin

The Burghers of Calais by Auguste Rodin

[1] Linduff, David G. Wilkins, Bernard Schultz, Katheryn M. (1994). Art past, art present (2nd ed. ed.). Englewood Cliffs, N.J.: Prentice Hall. p. 454. ISBN 0-13-062084-X.


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ClearBlu at Covent Garden

Inspired by an ad…guess where? ;)

 ClearBlu at Covent Garden

193 steps
Covent Garden tube,
wait for a lift.

I wish there’d been ClearBlu
when we planned babies.
I remember the waiting
endless waiting,
waiting for missing
missing the month.
Two days late, three, four,
five, six?
Day seven comes with blood.

For sure today
there’s the same flood
of disappointment,
sadness
for a baby who will never be.
A baby so real, that he or she
with a mop of dark hair
on a small neat head
was more than a line on a ClearBlu test.

193 steps
Covent Garden tube,
wait for a lift.

Polly Robinson © 2015


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Valediction

I see you in the sky blossoms:
lapis lazuli, cloudy pearls;
in laburnum chains,
lime links and leafy swirls.
And the sunshine’s silvery golden show.

Think of days like today
when the sun shines as if it’s July.
I remember you, my friend,
and the times we spent
together.

Polly Robinson © 2015

My friend lost her fight with cancer last Friday – posting this in memory of the most generous, kind and wise woman who has left us too soon.