Dinner Party – Written Tuesday 24th January 2006 (Aged 30)

Dinner Party

as the burns supper finished
we found ourselves,
at the dining room table
laughing amongst ourselves
drinking a bottle of wine
which cost eight pounds
but none of us liked
just us four once more
our best times are now
we pushed the plates to one side
and finished desert
i showed them what had been written
and there was my hurt
candles flickered and laughter
well it died down
i watched my friends read
what had been written
they could not believe their eyes
they understood then,
why some things die
when these things are written
inevitably, as they do
they more about the writer
than they do about me or you
as the burns supper
turned to scrabble in the living room
friendship and companionship
reigned me in like a tribe
they dismissed what was written as nonsense
and i realised, it s only time we bide

james Garratt – tuesday 24th January 2006

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