Notes From The Margin
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 3:41 pm
Notes From The Margin
You scribble notes in the margins -
a shopping list, a menu,
monthly accounts.
He writes poetry.
You advise and suggest
as you draw on your boots,
as you settle your hat.
He initiates.
You repair the habits of your life
with sellotape and string, clothes pegs,
paper clips, fridge magnets.
He destroys and throws away.
You console - an arm,
a shoulder, a smile,
and comforting words, soft spoken.
He laughs.
The windows are smeared with reflections
that capture the light,
set free the shadows.
He picks at his guitar -
some ancient tune he barely remembers.
The carpet is in turmoil, rebellion
predicted by the toys
of everyman's youth.
You parcel up the words
and sing along, highlighting his errors.
Unsexed, the bed remains unmade,
the sheets a rope
that binds, a noose,
a hint of violence
unwanted, unstated, unobserved.
You scribble notes in the margins -
a shopping list, a menu,
monthly accounts.
He writes poetry.
You advise and suggest
as you draw on your boots,
as you settle your hat.
He initiates.
You repair the habits of your life
with sellotape and string, clothes pegs,
paper clips, fridge magnets.
He destroys and throws away.
You console - an arm,
a shoulder, a smile,
and comforting words, soft spoken.
He laughs.
The windows are smeared with reflections
that capture the light,
set free the shadows.
He picks at his guitar -
some ancient tune he barely remembers.
The carpet is in turmoil, rebellion
predicted by the toys
of everyman's youth.
You parcel up the words
and sing along, highlighting his errors.
Unsexed, the bed remains unmade,
the sheets a rope
that binds, a noose,
a hint of violence
unwanted, unstated, unobserved.