Year: 1989

Caring

Caring

Caring To Isabel Cecily Dowling I have cut up credit cardsTaking care no number, name or signatureCould be read I have run panting after new technologiesFearing the world would spin off without me In betweenI flew in hasteTo wheel my mother’s chairThrough Lower HuttSinging hymnsTo read more

Communicating is Tricky

Communicating is Tricky

Communicating is Tricky This year I’ve decided to learn to talk To myself That way – once I’ve got the hang of it And do it so well I don’t know I’m doing it – I can branch out and begin talking to Well … read more

In The Drawer with Your Socks

In The Drawer with Your Socks

In The Drawer with Your Socks He was a “where did you put my” manAlways on the moveas soon as he saw a woman he’d say“where did you put my” – and stare. His brother was a” have you seen my” manAnd they had a read more

Interview

Interview

The Interview Well now – let me seeA pretty face – that’s a start Can you smile, make teaFetch, carry,clean up messes, finish sentencesRemember, remind, respond, react Can you shop, decorateLie for me, type for meLook lovely to me Can you stare at fleshHairy chests, read more

I Could Love You

I Could Love You

If you could only make something of yourself I could love you It’s as simple as that My child Why not knit yourself up into say a lawyer Or a doctor – even a teacher would do There are lots of patterns these days And read more

No Stopper

No Stopper

No Stopper When she said she was coldHe bought her a huge red hot water bottleWith a fluffy cover And no stopper He meant wellIt looked lovely to him I’m cold, she said (shaking)I need a stopper Cold!I bought you a huge red hot water read more

Best Before

Best Before

Best Before I should have noticed your best before dateNot assumed your ardour was freshWell rooted in nourishing experience I should have checked your shelf lifeInvestigated that hissBefore it became a whooshYour passion a wrinkled balloonFlaccid like your grin

Not Poetry

Not Poetry

Not Poetry I write Not Poetryvery well tooIf I may say so Whether it breathesMoves and/or makes people laughI know just by listening“of course it’s Not Poetry” a lot of women have written Not poetryEmily Dickinson springs to mindShe wrote it so well she was read more