blame – Foxglove Journal

we can only start from here

no blaming the illness

myself

or all the others

just start here with the breath

where the succulent’s still

unplanted

and the sunshine soothes an aching temple

and turquoise sky fills my mind

bliss

a neighbour bangs on the window

for attention

the black cat slips off the fence

I open my eyes and wave

reset the clock

start again

focus on the breath

try to stay in the moment

while an ice-cream van

is playing the tune

about a pony

a feather

macaroni

Spangle McQueen is a happy grandma and hopeful poet living in Sheffield.

I want to run outside

And grab handfuls of dust

And pour them into your lap, pour them.

I want to explain that these

Are my doubts

And how I lose them when the wind blows.

But they always come back, muddled.

And I’m not blaming you except

It never happened before.

The raspberries are out and

I have pips in my teeth.

Sarah Hulme is a Durham University graduate who enjoys writing poetry as a way to understand thoughts, feelings and the world we live in.

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