Lilac Chair – Written November 2023 (Aged 48)

Lilac Chair

i was an accident waiting to happen
i was somehow here,
but always there
bound by coats of doubt
and mobbed –
by rules i dare not flout
i was you,
when you were being me
i was the artisan collection
the one that kept such good company
i was caught,
in the string of my mittens
and the colours i could never choose
i made up stories
in which the protagonist could not lose
i was the seashells,
on your capitalist beach
and when you were my dreams
they were hung up and out of reach
i was an accident waiting to happen
i was somehow here,
but always there
and all of my aspirations sat there
reclining on a lilac chair

James Garratt – November 2023

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