James Garratt – A life lived and recorded in ink since 1992
I haven’t completed an update for a while and to be honest, I was thinking of abandoning them altogether. Only because my remit for this blog and this site is quite straightforward, that is, it’s an archiving project and the aim is just that, archive my writing so I have something available for people to look at now or in the future
mrs smith
i have to tell you
that your daughter
was not ill –
in the way you think
pretty picture
on the mantelpiece
by the 1930’s clock
in the living room
where it feels as if time has stopped
it is too late
i have walked out on you
and as i closed the door
you did not hear the final sound
you never captured me
perhaps it was you
just searching for an answer
perhaps it was you
after the war
when the soldiers came home
to the towns
and the cities
and to our villages
these times we live
a dream world
that we dreamed to create
now it is becoming something
that we are beginning to hate
it is all okay
seen it today
saw it for myself
now i know that for one thing
it does not belong to anybody else
me and you
you and i
thinking all the time
everyone enjoyed the year
some people made it
some slipped on their tears
everyone said it was good
