The Swings – Written Wednesday 10th June 2026 (Aged 51)

The Swings

Here we go,
I am sat on the swings.
The other adults
hang onto the roundabout
or,
more often than not,
the slide.
But then,
they do not understand the playground.
But then,
I do not understand the tides.
Here we go,
give me a frame,
a working cog,
one which fits into my brain,
a decent track
for my favourite red steam train.
Give me
a usable name,
one which I use
when I am lost down memory lane.
Give me a new colour
for my middle‑age rain.
Here we go,
it’s just me,
and I am sat on the swings,
surrounded by untidy merchants
who claim to be the best‑value buyers.
But my energy is depleted,
so I try to swing much higher.

James Garratt – Wednesday 10th June 2026

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