About Gareth Writer-Davies

Poet at poetry id letchworth

STILL LIFE

when I remember

I’m sitting on a window ledge
looking out

I see the green gardens
in the next town

I keep one eye open
for the girl two doors down

crooking my neck
I catch the thump thump thump of the railway track

framed in a picture
bent like a question mark
I’m waiting for my dad to come home

I’m sitting on a window ledge
waiting

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SUNRUNNER GIG

Poetry ID is proud to announce an Open Mic gig on the 14th of January at the Sunrunner Pub, Bancroft, Hitchin. This will be a 7.30 for 8.00 start and will feature members of Poetry ID, the North Herts branch of the Poetry Society, but will also be an opportunity for those of you who wish to read your own work to come along and showcase your own talents! The more the merrier as the memory of Christmas expires like….(insert your own metaphor; prize on the night for the best one!)

HAPPIEST ON HER BACK

my mother was a slut

who liked cute babies
and went on marches
to ban the bomb

her own mother
named her so
for leading men on
with her ration book stockings
and sooty eyes

I knew her
as a gentle woman
who never looked her father in the eye
nor my father
though she wasn’t shy

we drew on the walls
and bed sheets that hung on the line
trusting
that she wouldn’t mind
and she didn’t
as she worked on her taggy nails

my mother was a slut
her mother said
but
she liked me
and my sister
but most of all
she loved holidays
and men

IT’S A GRACIOUS THING

to remember the geraniums

on the second floor window sill
you can’t rely on the rain
to keep them in the pink

the shadows of dealers
fade into the cracks

in the long victorian grass
an old bathtub is a roaring barbeque
kaszanka and chuchu on a stick

so I grab a pint
water the geraniums
from a hard London tap

figure that the next heatwave
could change everything

leaning further
I mimic a bow and arrow
and take out the next cyclist on the street