I’ve been losing myself in nooks and crannies. I’ve been slipping beneath the sheets and hiding below the fold. I’ve been nervous and oblivious, intent and intense. I’ve been on a journey without a destination… a car with failed brakes driving endless figures of eight.
I’ve been off course, of course.
See, the thing about these wounds is that they don’t show, don’t tell. The thing about these scars is that they neither care nor scare. The sheet of glass that I jumped through, the mirror into which I battered my forehead repeatedly, made all of this very clear to me.
So I’ve been rummaging in drawers, keeping my powder dry, coiling wraiths and draining tumblers. I’ve cried till there were no more tears and I’ve torn till there were no more cries. I’ve burnt everything to keep warm. The summer has wings, let it fly away gently.
i was going to comment on “my writing is ..” (which is a very interesting piece too) but saw this one then, the title instantly reminded me of an old (and probably crap!) poem of mine which i called “hidden rules,misguided fools”. vaguely similar eh. i really like your writing HG and how you express and see things
hope the sheet of glass you “jumped through” is metaphorical! ..i’m sorry i never replied to your last email (the one with your address in etc..i have it safe) things have been running from me it seems and i havn’t had time to do much of anything.i had to get another copy of my mothers L.P from somewhere, but i’ve got it now so you will have it the next couple of weeks!hope you guys enjoy it 
sorry for the excuses and such. hope you are well! x
Hi Dorian, good to hear from you. Thanks for the comment. The title of this one is a punning rip-off of a line from a John Donne poem, in case you don’t know it.
Yes, the sheet of glass is purely metaphorical, though I did faint through a window at the age of fourteen, which is probably where my recurring wound/scar imagery comes from.
No worries about the LP, everyone’s had a busy summer, it seems. Look forward to it whenever, but don’t stress. x
Oh, really beautifully put together words.
Thanks Isabelle. I have more words, but they fly in different directions at the moment. This website is my taken-for-granted lover… abused and ignored, given a minimum level of maintenance attention. I am Out There, doing Other Things. Life is good, but busy… selfish and selfless in equal measures. I wish I had more to say here, but “here” is not where my head is at right now. Soon… maybe… one day… never. Whatever. Hope you’re well.
Hell, take the first bat out.
I remember you going through the window on Nott’m Road. Brings back memories!