Day 8, In the Sunlight.

This poem is inspired by the work of J D Fergusson and especially this:

http://www.aagm.co.uk/thecollections/objects/object/In-The-Sunlight?l


Removed.

Day Eight: Shaun

Changing the Weather.

Tomorrow I will quit the fags
save forty quid a week in a jar
and determined, will pay for a holiday.
This, of course, will not happen.
All health benefits will be dashed as
the jar will be raided for crisps
fizzy drinks and parking change.
A holiday though, would be nice;
much more achievable than learning to run. 

Day 8: Lara

Escapism

Out of cardboard boxes, we would construct

a rocket ship, painted midnight blue and pressed

with potato-print crescents. An unsteady window

cut into one panel, so we could see the stars.

We carried it out into the garden, placed it in a clearing,

on the crazy paving, and wedged ourselves inside.

I counted down the seconds to liftoff, while she

created an echo and covered her ears.

I image that cardboard rocket ship, still sturdy with brown tape;

but it looks smaller now – as if it only has space for one. 

Day 8: Ashley

With thanks to Louise Barklam for putting the idea into my head:

Open-Minded

I tell you that I have an open mind

It's a claim that is true - I don't kid

But others say I don't have an open mind

Just a brain in a jar with no lid.

Ashley Lister