A new mini- project – all the letters of the alphabet, no more than 5 minutes to write each one up and all done & delivered in 24 hrs…..
I can make no promises as to the quality.
A – is for anger –
the type that keeps you awake at night, your teeth grinding, stomach churning while you live and relive the moment when you fantasied about the punch to their nose.
The anger comes from no-where – driving& cut up, suddenly you are screaming, shouting , fists punching on the steering wheel, it takes you by surprise, you didn’t even know you were this angry.
The bitten back retort, sits festering in your chest, runs around your head, a mantra of discontent.
B is for – blood
Blood that doesn’t flow anymore, rhythm hiccupped, stilled, then stopped.
B is for new blood – brother, bred’ ren, mate, friend – the making of new families, new relationships when the family, old blood ties feel faint.
B is for old blood – marks on a skirting board, a door handle, the iconography of a tiny disaster.
B is for bad blood – it meant something quite different when I was a young, tainted, ne’er do well, the secrets of words only mouthed above the heads of curious children.
C is cat
The cat sat on the mat.
My cat sits on the window sill, surveys the great outdoors from behind the safety of double glazing.
She is our first in-door cat, the roads now too busy, the neighbourhood too scary, unfamiliar families move in & out of the houses on either side of us.
She is too small, too precious to risk. We tell ourselves that we will allow her out when:
The weather is better
She is bigger
The garden is finished
The nights are lighter.
No-body is very convinced and meanwhile the cat has learnt to pat leaves and butterflies through panes of glass.