The Weekly Poem
he couldn’t hang the picture
he couldn’t eat the cracker,
he forgot his name.
He hid in the cloakroom
where he wandered for hours
with a clock as his sole companion
Oh, his personality was impossibly inflated
and with a bang!
he tiled the walls with his thoughts
his emotions, photographs of his life
but he could only focus on one.
The milk was overflowing
frothy and bubbly
Not like his days!
In a cartoon he once read
a page number was missing.
That was so clear.
It was perhaps more important
than the train he missed the other day
and even more useful.
A range of different colours
were his banner
he wore for everyone to see
he hated fish but liked looking at their bones
he liked looking at the sea.
absorbing everything
or almost everything
deep and superficially empty.
He admired the sea
cause he could understand it
and although he knew
he could become part of it forever if he wished
he wasn’t exactly happy with the idea.
When he stopped dreaming
and we don’t know when exactly this happened
he clasped his hands together and prayed
He dimmed the light and saw his eyes trembling
PoetIC is the creative writing society of Imperial College, and we are always happy to greet new members. If you would like to find out more about PoetIC, or are interested in attending our weekly meetings, contact Keith McNulty on ext 58610 or via k.mcnulty@ic.ac.uk
