Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Coffee


A silly one from my growing 'foodie' collection:



    Steaming
               mysterious
                                foreign
                                       hot pungent scent
                                black, very black,
                                      deep black
                                promise of …
       synapse stimulation,
 the racing heart
                 the bitter taste.

Coffee, I love you

Sunday, 14 June 2015

Autism

This is all true. It’s an account of an ‘interview’ experienced recently by a friend of mine. First published online by I am not a silent poet.

 
Autism

or: how the psychologist ‘interviewed’ the mother of an autistic teenager,
who after years of trying finally got an appointment with Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services (or CAMSH – Can’t Actually Manage to be Supportive of Humans)

You may as well talk to one of these.
“Did he have problems when he was younger?
…
Ah, I see,
he had a few issues at nursery –
well, that’s just children for you isn’t it?
…
When did he attend referrals?
…
Oh come on, do think now,
can’t you be more specific?
…
Well, how often and where?
…
Ah. You must know these things,
let’s get it all down straight shall we?

I do need to know all the facts.
…
You seem very muddled about this,
do you have problems with your memory?
…
haha, it may have been ten years ago Mrs M,
but most people would certainly remember those details.
It’ll be your age, of course.
…
Oh no, your memory isn’t good compared to others.
I expect it’s your hormones,
you’ll be going through the change by now.
…
Well, that’ll be all for today,
time’s up.

Take this medicine for him
and come back next week, same time.
Will you remember that?”


*First published here: https://iamnotasilentpoet.wordpress.com ,
an online magazine for poetry and artwork protesting against abuse in any of its forms.