old womanA Poem by Adam ParkerTells the story of a woman who longs for the past ,addicted to nostalgia + the pain of her death for her family.I see an old woman there , debilitated of body but sharp of mind she glides, picks up a glass, Whiskey with a heavy body She pours ,sits and sips in the view of a box set a more industrial sight you'd never find Amongst the DVD's, alcohol and Dogs to pet she unwinds, caresses the bottle with war- torn fingers , she exclaims "Michael shift that dog dirt, and after that you can go in't loft for me" And Don't forget to move t'tele, I can't for the life of me see" in subtle silence , her solitude flows overhead and lingers amongst the terraces tiles and terracotta rain. She pours and drinks with thoughts of Polaroid and flashback Ears full with industrial scores of mill and pub throwback to Lancashire , with a pint in one hand n a f*g to stub The thought slips away into the void, she can't go back It's a trap Now there are hospital beds and prescription medication served with relish of the thought of times past, Deano, Perry and a camera in the hand Of frost on the drive and a place for your head to land the wisped smoke of nostalgia causes relapse of a heavy heart, brain and present relation Opiates, alcohol and inherent desire for sedation a structure taught with tension it's bound to collapse To fall flat the cub sees an endless night of solid black But he smiles and laughs like a duck paddles underwater Pondering over time spent and things he could have bought her But What's done is done , it can't go back. © 2017 Adam Parker |
StatsAuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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