Sunday, 30 September 2012

Could Be Verse

Struggling a bit with everything really, at the moment. So forgive lack of anything. It feels likely I will have to return to some sort of medication for my stupid head, which appears to be broken. Anyway, I owe you a poem. This concludes the Comfort trilogy. I will try to avoid writing a Discomfort trilogy.

The Comfort of Strangers III

Bubble-wrapped in half a yard of space,
passing souls in anonymity.
The city saraband without a face;
we dance untouched in equanimity.

And into windows I will gently stare,
to learn the secrets of normality;
a matchgirl almost happy with a share
of someone else’s warm reality.


  1. Oh Jane - the second verse is heartbreaking.

  2. I think this is wonderful...

    and breaks mend, you will mend - trust me on this x

  3. My default phrase.... take care..... warmly and fondly meant. Jx