Cobbles – Written March 2022 (Aged 47)


i do not know where i am today
head feels strange and far away
and as i look out of the window,
i see a light snow dusting,
on cobbles bathed in grey
will i feel better when we get to may?
i know that i am not at home
but neither am i away,
i still have my phrase book
but i do not know what i should say
and as i look out of the window,
a light snow dusting
falls onto cobbles worn and grey
i try hard to pull it together
find a gear that actually works
this is such a strange time,
my emotions have given up poetry
and resorted to mime
my emotions have become scattered
and there is a light snow dusting
on the cobbles worn and grey

James Garratt – March 2022

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