A poem from the forthcoming book

Here’s a poem from the forthcoming collection “alice reimagined” which I wrote about last week. Editing is nearly complete now. There are a few more elements of design work to sort out. Then it should be ready for publication in early April, which will be great as it will land ahead of the poetry reading that I am doing on Wednesday 17th April. If you are interested in the reading you can find more details through Facebook here. If you aren’t on Facebook, the venue is called Start Yard and it’s in Birkenhead, Merseyside UK. It’s a new monthly night of poetry and singer-songwriters called “Wordsmithery”, which started last month. Get in touch for more details. Hope this collection is of interest to you. I will post more information about getting hold of the book in the next few weeks.

Disturbance

I can feel sound waves now.
Make my hair play with the air. 
A terrible sense of foreboding,
as if it was all pregnant with meaning,
as if you meant more to me than myself,
as if there was nothing left to give.
Now there is the disturbance, the motive that comes
from each breath, each rise of the chest, each second’s left – 
even when the heart beats louder than the sounds,
and can be heard in my ears, terror and grip a
meaning that transcends the planes of consciousness,
that will leave me filled with emptiness.
It’s that second, that moment, that aching gut-wrenching
knowledge that you have died and will not come back.
Grief, a vertical path of time, endlessly upwards.
Battles were made to be won, some are lost forever – 
crying in the wind, alone and not heard.
Now I remember, now the disturbance is passing, 
set apart – 
gone.