The Colour of Clay
she said –
i never have much luck with men
and then,
i did not know what to say
with her swimming pool eyes
that reflected the colour of soft clay
she said –
last night i cried myself to sleep
and in that moment i felt a hand reach out
as my emotions collapsed into a heap
my desire to help,
had gagged and bound me to my seat
she said –
you always listen
and it’s true, i always did
but in that moment,
i felt helpless and inadequate
watching my pride as it snuck off and hid
James Garratt – Sunday 15th April 2007
More poems at
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https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/
More poems from 2007 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-2007/
The Colour of Soft Clay – Written Sunday 15th April 2007 (Aged 32)
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 
I like this one a lot, it feels so honest. Love the way you made her eyes stand out!
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Thank you. I remember writing it but I can’t remember who it is about which is a bit sad. I wish I’d noted some of these with who they were about. I built it around the swimming pool eyes line. Titles nearly always come last. In fact, a lot of this writing was no more than private jottings. That’s the joy of sorting some of them up.
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