The first time we held hands
In that Hipster cafe
It was supernatural
Magick passed between us
A spell was made
Two lives were changed.
The people on that cafe knew
Something big happened
Holding hands felt indecent
Did the lights fuse?
Was there a magick strange blue light?
Did cups and saucers fly around the room?
The magick just got stronger
As we lay in bed
On ordinary afternoons.
As we spilled more secrets
Something in our souls became clean
life became more.
We saw the beautiful
in each other,
In everything, our minds our bodies
A magick blue light continued
Beautiful chaos was all around
And we could feel the universe spinning.
We could see the colours of the world
So you remember the beach
We became one
With the nature, sand
And the sea
Magick made real.
Life pulled us apart
By forces we could never predict
Now the magick becomes more
I can conjure up spells
In my mind
I see your face again.
Saturday, 25 April 2020
Saturday, 18 April 2020
Shopping in the time of Coronavirus
The bright blue sky had stayed for weeks. We got to the supermarket, my son’s skateboard by his side. There was a modern winding path to the carpark, me son asked,
“Should I skate”
Usually he wouldn’t ask and just jump on his board the world was different now.
“Sorry”
He nodded, sad that his world was a little less of a playground.
The first summer dresses were out, the sunglasses were out and men wore shorts. This should have been a joyful Spring day.The only things that looked out of place were gloves, masks and a line of super ordered, obedient people lined up outside.
The people were stood on crosses marked out with tape on the ground, they were at the new super polite distance of 2 meters apart. Occasionally a few people were allowed in and people would shuffle forward. Most people were alone but some were out in their “family groups”. There was no gossip, there were distant smiles but no conversation, this was the new shopping order
We did the distance shuffle and wound our way around the carpark.
Not long ago sometimes I went shopping with my boyfriend, we’d giggle our way around the supermarket, cracking jokes and being loud, treating ourselves to way too much chocolate.Sometimes if my boyfriend knew if I was single mum poor he’d give me some cash and sometimes he’d cook curry and we’d banter over if we should play Punk or Rap, we’d talk over dinner and I’d complain about life. Now liquid relationships were on hold, everything had to be defined, love was either long distance, or you were locked down together. Part of me knew this was to protect us all the other part was furious and frightened at governments interference in our personal lives.
The distance dance continued in the shop. Tape defined the space between up between humans. Some people made light of the distended dance and dodged around comically, others took the dance deadly seriously, they gave defensive looks protecting their safe, germ free bubble.
We looked around. the half empty shelves. Some baked beans were back, I was delighted at this small bonus. Cheap honey was out,a normal sized normal priced bottle of cooking oil was out so I bought a huge bottle. We had never seen shortages, before the virus we were spoilt children who’d complain if a supermarket didn’t have the right flavour cake, now we had to take what we could get.
We dragged or thought through shopping to the till. The young cashier is hidden behind a thick, clear, plastic screen. My son went to help me pack and an employee told him to stay clear. I pass heavy items to put in his college bag.
We leave, as we walk out the world looks sunny and all in order A petty trip to the shops just showed how much a tiny virus could change the petty, domestic details of our lives.
“Should I skate”
Usually he wouldn’t ask and just jump on his board the world was different now.
“Sorry”
He nodded, sad that his world was a little less of a playground.
The first summer dresses were out, the sunglasses were out and men wore shorts. This should have been a joyful Spring day.The only things that looked out of place were gloves, masks and a line of super ordered, obedient people lined up outside.
The people were stood on crosses marked out with tape on the ground, they were at the new super polite distance of 2 meters apart. Occasionally a few people were allowed in and people would shuffle forward. Most people were alone but some were out in their “family groups”. There was no gossip, there were distant smiles but no conversation, this was the new shopping order
We did the distance shuffle and wound our way around the carpark.
Not long ago sometimes I went shopping with my boyfriend, we’d giggle our way around the supermarket, cracking jokes and being loud, treating ourselves to way too much chocolate.Sometimes if my boyfriend knew if I was single mum poor he’d give me some cash and sometimes he’d cook curry and we’d banter over if we should play Punk or Rap, we’d talk over dinner and I’d complain about life. Now liquid relationships were on hold, everything had to be defined, love was either long distance, or you were locked down together. Part of me knew this was to protect us all the other part was furious and frightened at governments interference in our personal lives.
The distance dance continued in the shop. Tape defined the space between up between humans. Some people made light of the distended dance and dodged around comically, others took the dance deadly seriously, they gave defensive looks protecting their safe, germ free bubble.
We looked around. the half empty shelves. Some baked beans were back, I was delighted at this small bonus. Cheap honey was out,a normal sized normal priced bottle of cooking oil was out so I bought a huge bottle. We had never seen shortages, before the virus we were spoilt children who’d complain if a supermarket didn’t have the right flavour cake, now we had to take what we could get.
We dragged or thought through shopping to the till. The young cashier is hidden behind a thick, clear, plastic screen. My son went to help me pack and an employee told him to stay clear. I pass heavy items to put in his college bag.
We leave, as we walk out the world looks sunny and all in order A petty trip to the shops just showed how much a tiny virus could change the petty, domestic details of our lives.
Tuesday, 14 April 2020
The New Normal.
The sky had been a delicate blue for weeks, the bird song was louder than the cars and a happy family played in the gardens behind the flats. The world looked like a cleaner version than the last. That was until you ventured further than your garden, and then everything got strange. The gaudy screen at the bus stop no longer flashed up tempting beaches advertising holiday deals, they no longer showed a lovely figure in tight fitting jeans they showed state sanctioned PSAs.
“Save lives, stay inside”. Along with a picture of someone in protective clothing.
If you dared get on a bus, you would be the only one, or if there was someone else one would sit at the front, the other at the back. You never gave cash but waved your cash card over the machine until it beeped. There were few other cars on the road.
In town a few shops were open. Only a few people were allowed in at the same time, and there was a new dance, one where everyone stays away. Some people would have gloves, some had scarves around their mouths, others wore masks.
The clothes shops were closed, some had stacked up furniture and no clothes in them. This was prof vanity and endless consumption were meaningless now, we had to make do with our out of fashion but over filled wardrobes. Every trendy haircut was turning into a mess or a buzz cut, identity from the outside was becoming less important than not catching the tiny virus that was. changing the world.
“Save lives, stay inside”. Along with a picture of someone in protective clothing.
If you dared get on a bus, you would be the only one, or if there was someone else one would sit at the front, the other at the back. You never gave cash but waved your cash card over the machine until it beeped. There were few other cars on the road.
In town a few shops were open. Only a few people were allowed in at the same time, and there was a new dance, one where everyone stays away. Some people would have gloves, some had scarves around their mouths, others wore masks.
The clothes shops were closed, some had stacked up furniture and no clothes in them. This was prof vanity and endless consumption were meaningless now, we had to make do with our out of fashion but over filled wardrobes. Every trendy haircut was turning into a mess or a buzz cut, identity from the outside was becoming less important than not catching the tiny virus that was. changing the world.
Friday, 6 March 2020
Hatefield Quarintine
Murdering minutes,
and slashing seconds ,
in the only life we have,
the only life we'll ever get.
And you,
a mate in wasting oxygen,
killing ourselves
in abstract.
Milliseconds are shattered
as seconds tick by
a day on repeat
as Twilight comes.
We are killers
who won't need a shovel
to bury the evidence
We kill each other, in a cowardly way.
and slashing seconds ,
in the only life we have,
the only life we'll ever get.
And you,
a mate in wasting oxygen,
killing ourselves
in abstract.
Milliseconds are shattered
as seconds tick by
a day on repeat
as Twilight comes.
We are killers
who won't need a shovel
to bury the evidence
We kill each other, in a cowardly way.
Monday, 3 February 2020
The Queen
Lauren watched flowers snake their way through the stubborn, red mud and flower in seconds, she was hypnotised. The furrows flatted themselves and a carpet of bright green appeared. The sun became summer holiday warm on Lauren’s back, everything had become perfect. The vibration that wanted to be a buzz came back, it was the only thing in this quick utopia that annoyed Lauren.
One of the girls showed Lauren her face in the mirror.
“Oh my god, I’m stunning”.
Lauren’s face transformed from a slightly spotty, round face, to a beauty, she studied her new glowing skin and high cheekbones, she looked like her perfect selfie.
“Later, we will crown you.”
The group chanted in perfect, blank unison.
“I’m fine just here, you’re all very entertaining.”
“We’re all happy that you’re happy dear Queen.”
Lauren couldn’t make up her mind if she wanted to look at her new face, her willing subjects or the strange landscape that appeared in front of her.
“We are happy at our new, beautiful Queen.”
“Thanks, you lot.”
Giggled Lauren.
“The Queen is happy, that means we are happy.”
Lauren felt the unseasonal sun on her back, she looked around a once bleak, British field and forgot the who situation was ridiculous. Lauren forgot there was a post Christmas takeaway on the table, she also forgot her little brother and sister were missing and her older sister was worried and mum now deeply regretted letting Lauren go for a walk by herself. Lauren was in her own utopia and nothing else mattered.
The subjects carried on with their strange, spiritual mosh pit. Lauren eventually became slightly bored of her new face and made daisy chains while laughing at her subjects spinning around enjoying Summer in December.
One of the girls showed Lauren her face in the mirror.
“Oh my god, I’m stunning”.
Lauren’s face transformed from a slightly spotty, round face, to a beauty, she studied her new glowing skin and high cheekbones, she looked like her perfect selfie.
“Later, we will crown you.”
The group chanted in perfect, blank unison.
“I’m fine just here, you’re all very entertaining.”
“We’re all happy that you’re happy dear Queen.”
Lauren couldn’t make up her mind if she wanted to look at her new face, her willing subjects or the strange landscape that appeared in front of her.
“We are happy at our new, beautiful Queen.”
“Thanks, you lot.”
Giggled Lauren.
“The Queen is happy, that means we are happy.”
Lauren felt the unseasonal sun on her back, she looked around a once bleak, British field and forgot the who situation was ridiculous. Lauren forgot there was a post Christmas takeaway on the table, she also forgot her little brother and sister were missing and her older sister was worried and mum now deeply regretted letting Lauren go for a walk by herself. Lauren was in her own utopia and nothing else mattered.
The subjects carried on with their strange, spiritual mosh pit. Lauren eventually became slightly bored of her new face and made daisy chains while laughing at her subjects spinning around enjoying Summer in December.
Monday, 13 January 2020
The chosen one?
Lauren felt a push from the robed man.
"What"
She shouted, then went with it, she spun into a robed woman, the woman looked into Lauren's eyes with a deep love and sincerity. Lauren was pushed again and into a large man who gave Lauren a bear hug. Chants became louder, the words were simple but the tune was odd, it was in a minor key and alien to Lauren.
"We love all in "Hatefield, we love everyone."
The tune was hypnotising. Lauren stopped noticing her wreaked trainers and wet jeans and felt dazed, she felt ecstatic and anxious at the same time. The slate grey sky seemed to turn lavender and she could smell mud, it smelt comforting.
Lauren tried to stop spinning so she could think, she was picked up and sent into the dance again.
"Will you stop a minute, I might be sick....."
The song changed.
"The beautiful one won't be sick, she has powers now."
"Just stop it, I need to go home, mum wants me home for tea."
The whole group started laughing.
"But we love you."
The spinning got faster and faster, the sky became brighter and then the sun burst through and the day felt like spring.
"You've spiked me, my sister warned me about this, I need to go home, like now, it's not sunny, it's December."
The song changed again
"She doesn't know she has power, she is special, she is the one."
The sun became hotter.
"The one what?"
Asked Lauren. She began to enjoy the unseasonal heat, maybe she was special.
"What"
She shouted, then went with it, she spun into a robed woman, the woman looked into Lauren's eyes with a deep love and sincerity. Lauren was pushed again and into a large man who gave Lauren a bear hug. Chants became louder, the words were simple but the tune was odd, it was in a minor key and alien to Lauren.
The tune was hypnotising. Lauren stopped noticing her wreaked trainers and wet jeans and felt dazed, she felt ecstatic and anxious at the same time. The slate grey sky seemed to turn lavender and she could smell mud, it smelt comforting.
Lauren tried to stop spinning so she could think, she was picked up and sent into the dance again.
"Will you stop a minute, I might be sick....."
The song changed.
"The beautiful one won't be sick, she has powers now."
"Just stop it, I need to go home, mum wants me home for tea."
The whole group started laughing.
"But we love you."
The spinning got faster and faster, the sky became brighter and then the sun burst through and the day felt like spring.
"You've spiked me, my sister warned me about this, I need to go home, like now, it's not sunny, it's December."
The song changed again
"She doesn't know she has power, she is special, she is the one."
The sun became hotter.
"The one what?"
Asked Lauren. She began to enjoy the unseasonal heat, maybe she was special.
Monday, 30 December 2019
The Entrance....
The sky was a flat, slate grey, dramatic, naked trees spilt the sky, Lauren marched through the post Christmas dank, cold air.
The rest of the family had gone shopping. Lauren had grown tired of endless stuff and glittering lights, she wanted to think. Lauren looked down at her trainers, they were her old ones, bored of the path by the new housing estate she started to stomp through mud and grass. She enjoyed the small adventure away from her loud tribe, she felt truly herself away from the visual noise of endless selfies from mates, gossip and claustrophobic drama of her life.
Lauren took in the morbid beauty of a field. Every colour was dull but she enjoyed it.
Lauren felt a sudden nervousness, she looked everywhere, the warnings of rapists and bad people chimed in her mind. There was no one around. She sensed a buzz, a vibration that never turned into a noise. She heard singing, it sounded odd sung minor keys and an unfamiliar, discordant tunes. Lauren was drawn to the sounds and walked a little faster so she could work out where the singing was coming from.
She marched through the field with new purpose, the grass got a little longer and the ground became rougher. The wet was soaking through her jeans but she carried on. A crowd of oddly dressed people gave Lauren empty smiles.
A small man in glasses and red robes hugged Lauren, Lauren stood stiff. The man stepped away.
“What’s your name?”
Lauren asked, it seemed the obvious thing to say
“My name doesn’t matter here.”
“OK”
Replied Lauren.
“Where am I?”
The man replied with an empty love in his eyes
“Hatefield”
The rest of the family had gone shopping. Lauren had grown tired of endless stuff and glittering lights, she wanted to think. Lauren looked down at her trainers, they were her old ones, bored of the path by the new housing estate she started to stomp through mud and grass. She enjoyed the small adventure away from her loud tribe, she felt truly herself away from the visual noise of endless selfies from mates, gossip and claustrophobic drama of her life.
Lauren took in the morbid beauty of a field. Every colour was dull but she enjoyed it.
Lauren felt a sudden nervousness, she looked everywhere, the warnings of rapists and bad people chimed in her mind. There was no one around. She sensed a buzz, a vibration that never turned into a noise. She heard singing, it sounded odd sung minor keys and an unfamiliar, discordant tunes. Lauren was drawn to the sounds and walked a little faster so she could work out where the singing was coming from.
She marched through the field with new purpose, the grass got a little longer and the ground became rougher. The wet was soaking through her jeans but she carried on. A crowd of oddly dressed people gave Lauren empty smiles.
A small man in glasses and red robes hugged Lauren, Lauren stood stiff. The man stepped away.
“What’s your name?”
Lauren asked, it seemed the obvious thing to say
“My name doesn’t matter here.”
“OK”
Replied Lauren.
“Where am I?”
The man replied with an empty love in his eyes
“Hatefield”
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