Saturday 24 August 2013

Last Night’s TV

Two lovers carve their names in living wood;
the bold calligraphy of her heart
displays elsewhere on other special trees.

Answers fight their way into the exam paper
for fear of being stranded in a section
of the brain which is never again accessed.

A late and uninformative thank you
letter is tortured into existence
by a furiously embarrassed mother.

In one dull place, the words which might have formed
a poem struggle for coherence in
a conversation about last night’s t.v.

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