Napowrimo day 22 – Write a poem about flight or flying.
We carried our clothes in Tesco carrier bags and took off on foot
staying with friends “just for a few days”
sleeping in box rooms on camp beds or the couch.
I was always embarrassed letting anyone see my faded nightdress
as I walked to the bathroom to clean my teeth.
I missed home, Grandma, the corner shop, my books, my own bed
I never understood why we were always leaving.
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Shadowy pigeons perch along the apex of the roof
fat balled bodies silhouetted by the sun.
Their dark forms threaten.
Why sit in a line so still? What do you intend?
What scheme do you conjure? Is it to peck out my eyes
in a frantic feathered mob attack?
Or do you simply wait for the store to close,
the car park to empty,
to scavenge fallen crumbs?
You wouldn’t believe it but it’s true!
I’ll tell you, but don’t tell a soul
Mr Black and Miss Pike, as brazen as you like
They were seen late entering her home
I’ll tell you, but don’t tell a soul
Mrs Parker at 43 told me
They were seen late entering her home
They came out looking dishevelled and guilty!
Mrs Parker at no 43 told me
She heard it from Hugh at 22
They came out looking dishevelled and guilty!
but you must keep it between me and you
She heard it from Hugh at 22
Said it’s been going on a month, maybe two!
but you must keep it between me and you
You wouldn’t believe it but it’s true!
Nicola Hulme Author 