For The First Time
There’ll come a time
When you’ll be going through my things
And my intimacy will be no more
Exposed to you because it must
I recall how that felt for someone close
Not so many years past
When I rummaged and unearthed and poked around
The pockets of her world, small that it was
And I’m feeling already, too soon
That I should prepare
To put things in order, to make it not a chore
But a pleasure to find for the first time
A world about me you knew nothing of
But more than that
To make it easy for you to find at first hand
What you need to close my life, underline it
To settle loose ends
We share so much and I hope you know me
Yet I hope there can be some discovery
That makes you smile, or surprises
Just a little part of me that you didn’t know
But then makes you glad you’ve found me.
Unfinished
Sometimes I feel I could just
Grip my fingers together tight
And make a scoop shape with my hand
To extract a little of
The you that’s inside.
The words you keep to yourself
When I’m longing you to talk
And the sentences I could
So easily finish
But . . .
Can I Lie In The Purple?
Oh mum can I lie in the purple?
Yes, go, be careful
Breathe in the scent
Of Parma violets and granny
And do a lavender snow angel
Oh mum can I run through the yellow?
Yes, but mind the stalks
Soak up the sunshine
Of these floral giants
And bathe in their glow
Oh mum can I?
Yes, you must, you should
Be different
Create
And tread where others daren’t
Because you are amazing
And you must lie in the purple
Often
If You Never Had A Mirror
If you never had a mirror
You wouldn’t get old
If you never had a mirror
You wouldn’t get wise
If you never had a mirror
You’d see no cracks
If you never had a mirror
You’d see it just your way
If you never had a mirror
You couldn’t reflect
If you never had a mirror
You couldn’t just check
If you never had a mirror
You couldn’t look back
If you never had a mirror
If you never saw your image
If your life was single lens
If I could I’d show you what
If you never had a mirror
“Something happened on a Saturday afternoon on my settee. A burning desire to write. I performed my first ever poem that night at an open mic session of a poetry evening at my local theatre.
I write in spurts, when my emotions rise and make me aware of what’s amazing around me. I write a lot about the people I love, and their support for my poetry encourages me to keep going.
My day job is at a university where I try to support people in their development.”
– Christine Wilkinson
December 3, 2016 at 9:25 pm
Christine- I have loved reading your poetry. It has both touched and moved me ! Incredible! Thank you.
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