Saturday, 16 January 2016

Birthday poem

Woman in a red chair, Pablo Picasso
Here's a bit of a Birthday Poem.

Body

This body’s not finished yet.
It has scars, wrinkles and veins,
and that’s only on the surface,
even worse troubles lurk underneath –
its brain forgets things,
all those names disappear;
its lungs get short of air,
the blood flows sluggish,
there’s cholesterol gathering,
joints ache and stick,
knees pop and creak,
but it ain’t finished yet.

This body’s got work to do.
There are more hills to climb,
lakes to swim, bridges to cross,
woodland paths to walk;
Two Nudes, Pablo Picasso
there is sea air to breathe in deep.
Stories to be read, words to write,
more friends to laugh with,
and many more people to hug,
animals to stroke, kids to cuddle,
more peaches to suck, berries to savour,
cake to be cut.
None of it is finished yet.

This body’s got work to do.
There are fires to stare into,
races to run, gates to jump, trees to climb,
fences to cross, fields to wander in,
swings to swing on,
more journeys to make,
there's more music to bring joy to the heart.
And there are hands to hold,
bodies to caress,
lovers to kiss,
secret places to be explored,
so much more love to be made.
 


This poem was written to the Week 3 prompt in this great little book. Week 3 - Exposing Yourself - happens to coincide with my birthday. I am revisiting the 'Write a Poem a Week' prompts this year. Writing some new material and revisiting work started when 52 was run as an online project in 2014 by Jo Bell. 52 is on Twitter: https://twitter.com/52poetry
and the book is available here:
 
http://ninearchespress.com/poetry-collections/52writeapoemaweekstartnowkeepgoing.html