Underwritten By Loss
i saw myself in a mirror
and alphabets spoke to me
ties of the past,
hung glibly –
from the top of a –
former telecommunications mast
i saw wild animals –
depicted as art –
in the chambers of my life
and the warm spaces set apart
what to do?
what to do with the creative process
the crumpled creative process
it took a chisel –
to my imagination of stone
it added colour and dimensions
it gave broken bridges
new found suspension
but how it runs and runs
and when i look at myself in the mirror
alphabets speak to me
and give me a very sudden cost
life is of course –
underwritten by loss
James Garratt – Tuesday 28th March 2023
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Underwritten By Loss – Written Tuesday 28th March 2023 (Aged 48)
