Thursday, 4 October 2012

National Poetry Day

It's National Poetry Day. So here's a very personal poem:

(for Chris)

You were half a world away, planning
peaceful revolutions. You lunched at
breakfast, slept at tea, woke as I fell
asleep. My wheels turned on daily
journeys, willing your return.

A two week sentence separated us
the day I got a puncture. I made
vows for this: still, revolution is hard.
There was no time to fix the bike –
without you, life gets complicated

1 comment:

Anne Booth said...

That's a brilliant poem, Virginia. I love the word play. It works v well without knowing you - and knowing you both, or rather your story, it REALLY works. Fantastic!
You're a real poet!