Did you ever dream
Here where light splits frozen sky
Chilled lips pressing mine

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Learning to love

So young we were when first we kissed
That momentary passing bliss
Which caught our hearts not unawares
But left them beating rapturous snares
Entwined by youthful folly we
So blinded that we could not see
There underneath the vows we spoke
Our kisses had brought forth a yoke
Which fractured as you sought to flee
And left us burdened far from free
For all we shared entwined our souls
No longer are we feeling whole
Thus now it is we seek to learn
Those lessons which in youth we spurned
How to live alone at last
Making peace with all that’s past.

Secret rooms and muffins

The small animal in the next room is rearranging his living space. I can hear things being banged around and dragged about on the floor.

Earlier he asked me to write a secret room into what I am working on. He may get one, but his expectations of what I am writing, and the reality, may be rather different.

The shuffling stops. I hear feet approaching. The door handle slowly turns.

“Dad, can we make muffins?”

“Ok. Give me 10 minutes.”

The train of thought dissipates like a whisp of smoke caught in the breeze.

I had better go, its muffin time. The secret room will have to stay hidden, even from me, for now.

Sleeping in doorways
Desperation overwhelms
Must be first within

Outside bright windows
Cardboard mattress keeps him warm
Held thick winter coats

Choosing homelessness
She walks into the sunset
Leaves it all behind

A series of haiku inspired while walking around Glasgow in the early morning.

It made me think of the different types of people who may be sleeping on the street, the contrast between those who choose to sleep rough for a night, those who have no choice, those who choose homelessness.

The last one was equally inspired by someone very dear to me, for whom the idea of homelessness was appealing, something I didn’t quite understand at the time.

Alarm scream daydream
Silence now long forgotten
Begging end the pain

Upstairs from me, the intruder alarm on a vacant flat has been going off for 2 days straight. It sneaks into my dreams, becomes a drone behind all music, like some bizarre torture which never ends it keeps me from being fully asleep, unable to relax, constantly on edge.