I have written poems for years because I like trying to paint pictures with words. I have no formal training though and I don’t read a lot of poetry(and when I do, I like short ones 🙂 ) so I am sure they don’t scan properly.
I have once had some verses critiqued by a writer friend and she was encouraging but I have yet to focus my attention in that direction. Still, I enjoy when words bubble to the surface, which seems to happen a lot during and after a long night shift, and I like putting them together to see if I can capture something. This is less a poem and more a collection of words and ideas because I am too tired and impatient to do much work on it.
Sometimes words like custard and porridge end up within a few words of each other and I am not entirely sure if this isn’t overkill. Then again, here it sort of captures that feeling of extreme nausea that comes with working 12 hours through the night.The snake theme was unintentional but it reflects the vague feeling of doom that seems to accompany this level of tiredness.
CUSTARD AND PORRIDGE
The road gleams dully after last nights fog
as it snakes and hisses through sodden fields
red-eyed and spitting muck.
Bristling black fir trees scrape the low heavy sky
ripping open a custardy cuff of light to the east.
More trees, big and dark as we dip down
to the bridge over the river that ran
through the wild fields of my childhood.
Up at the roundabout the road coils
and straightens to glide silently
past porridge coloured houses
that flash splinters of dirty green light
before slithering back out of the sleeping town,
winding a wet mile or two before climbing
up into the lightening sky and home.