4/3/4

i keep writing
these poems
in 4/3/4

i don’t know why
but my brain
just will not stop

configuring
all my thoughts
into this form

tiny little
faux haiku
drifting away

a cloud of thought
barely formed
a ghost of words

miniaturised
groups of sounds
shorn of meaning

so anyway
here they are
you have been warned

***

#1:

no one loves me
even though
i think they should

***

#2:

i cannot breathe
with your hand
upon my heart

***

#3: (a dream)

the octopus
grips my arm
like a lost child

***

#4: echo

a delicate
dust shadow
revelation

***

#5: autobiography #1

i spent a pound
on some sweets
and ate them all

***

#6: unanswered question

what difference
would it make
if i smiled

***

#7: remembrance of shaves gone by

i keep looking
at the blood
trickling away

***

#8: self realisation

what is the point
of all this
with no-one here

***

#9: autobiography #2

watched the football
it was shit
yet i’ll watch more

***

#10: lunch

this glass of milk
has a fly
dying in it

***

#11:

i don’t feel well
anymore
and nor do you

***

12: yes

i am having
a breakdown
in poetry

***

#13: autobiography #3

it was busy
in the park
i ate some chips

***

#14: it is happening again

its so windy
all the bins
blew down the road

***

#15:

his twitter posts
came and went
and went and went

***

#16: email

it’s possible
i missed it
not ignored it

***

#17: book #1

the book was good
i liked it
i read some more

***

#18: book #2

Thus Were Their Faces
was the book
i was reading

***

#19: book #3

its title
did not quite fit
breaking all the rules

***

#20: autobiography #4

covered in ink
from leaking
cheap broken pens

***

#21:

I was offered
kind advice
Frightened, I ran

***

#22:

sometimes i try
to escape
the bounds of space

***

#23: autobiography #5

my headphones fell
on the floor
they were alright

***

#24:

wasting my time
as if it
means anything

***

#25: autobiography #6

the plastic bags
jellyfished
across the park

***

#26: FIN

if i could die
it would be
quite the relief

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Notes:

1. Written between 6th and 8th August, 2019
2. It’s okay I’ve stopped now

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July Correspondence

Dear Governess,

I am writing to you as requested. I hope this letter re-assures you that I am not neglecting my studies while we vacation here in the sun.

My mother instructs me to extend her good wishes to you. She hopes the house is not too lonely without us, and that Charles is behaving himself.

I believe the dogs are missing you. Caspar sits by the piano in the drawing room and wails each evening, while Hauser will not eat his breakfast until I sing one of your hymns to him, which certainly brings forth amused looks from the other patrons in the dining room, if not from mother.

Father is enjoying himself. He has befriended a local captain and the two of them spend hours on his boat. Father says they are planning a voyage to one of the islands on the horizon, but I think it is more likely they are going to be making their way round the bays to procure wine and cigars from the market by the port.

The two little ones take delight each day in picnicking on the hotel lawn. The other guests enjoy watching them pour each other tea from their dainty little pots, and the sandwiches the kitchen staff make for them are so enchanting, being cut not into rectangles or squares, but five point stars and crescent moons. Mother worries there is a religious motif here, but I re-assure her that there is nothing to worry about.

Grandmother died. We shall being staying on for the rest of the summer, as originally planned, but her body should arrive with you by Friday. If you have any trouble I am sure Charles will know what to do.

Regards

Alice

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Notes:

1. Written on August 6th, 2019

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