I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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7 August 2017

Making the Gaps Bigger

She knew my kind.
'You want to show off,' she said.
'If you think you can here, you’re wrong.'

'No no,' I said, 'I only came to play.
I came for the games, the fun.
I don't expect anything else.'

But she was crying. (She'd felt scared.
The boys had been fighting just next door.)
'Leave me alone!' she said.

All her pain
came into me and filled me.
It felt like mine.

'Stop pushing in,' she said.
'Anyway you're late. It's over. 
I'm closing the gates now.'

I should have shut up then
and gone away. But I wanted
the hurting to stop.

The more I tried to explain, 
the more she closed her ears.
And her mouth. And turned away.

I thought I heard her say,
'I never invited you 
to this party.'

Next time I went to look,
they were all playing again
inside her garden.

I suddenly realised
they spoke to each other in secret code.
I went away.

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