Camden Town

if I could chose my Groundhog day it would be this day, 26th July several years ago ........ Written July 2006, pre-deletion day.

Camden Town

 

Inside my head a movie plays, the image is so clear.

Inside my heart your words reside, battling with my fear.

Outside my shell is very strong, but inwardly I weep,

Clasping tight to memories that burn so very deep.

I feel your body all day long, its warmth against my skin,

My senses hold your perfume mixed with cigarettes and gin.

These are the things I hold with me in everything I do,

To the man in Camden Town, I always will love you.

 

 

 

Author's Note

To Michael,
With love Manoosh xx

Reviews

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

Love and hate are two sides of the same coin, in one moment you want to stamp on his meat and two veg and in the next you want to make sure he is ok and smell the memories of that stenching torture(yummy scrummy let me feel my tummy for the cake that i eat leaves me choked and spewing out to my feet.)

[R J Askew]

'...mixed with cigarettes and gin...' is my favourite dab. Always great to read poems of association about places in London. Just reading the word Camden immeditely sets the scene. The poem will prob trigger memories for anyone who's been down the Lock.

[Helen Woodward]

Manoosh...Here is the promised review, so sorry about the mix-up, but it couldn't be helped!
I really enjoyed reading your piece, it is a psychological piece with undertones of depression and anxiety. Although this is a memory of some magnitude and love, it is also a sombre piece that didn't meet the criteria of the contest. Having said that, it has much merit in another genre. It speaks volumes about a precious lost love and the "Groundhog Day" you describe.
Holding onto memories is so important, yet it can destroy a person to the point where they think of nothing else...
A very poignant write. Thank you for submitting...

[Susan M. Fenn]

Awww.. this makes me want to love him too. You included his "flaws" and his good things! Very nicely done.