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Saturday, 4 April 2020

Mum Said


I

Mum said
Old Mrs McGinty’s dead
- how did she die?
Nod in her head…
Old Mrs McGinty’s dead
- how did she die?
Nod in her head, wink in her eye!”

The man
down the road
showed Mum his willy
from his bedroom window
when she was on the way to Wanstead Flats –
She was eight.
She was scared.
He winked,
but she didn’t tell anyone.

Mum said
when she was young
she thought
there were men, women and nuns,
and nuns went around
on wheels
under their long black dresses
and that was a bad habit.

Mum said
When she was at boarding school
during the war
she used to eat soap
to make herself sick
so she could have a day in bed
- but it never worked.

And at dinner time she used to put
the fat from her meat
up her knickerleg
so she wouldn’t have to eat it.

And during
the War
she had to learn
how to fold toilet paper
so she could wipe
again and again
with the same piece.

And she said
that she wrote off
and got a signed photograph
of Gregory Peck.
She loved Gregory Peck
and wanted to marry him.

But the nuns took Gregory Peck away
and tore him up.

And Mum said
one of her friends at school
was her cousin
and she was called
Ursula Mary Brock
which meant
She-bear-bitter-badger
and one was called
BCM
which meant
Big Country Mary
but I don’t know why.

But the best of her friends
was Auntie Mon.

And they always called Mum
Tiddler’
because she was small,
and that’s why all our cousins called her
Auntie Tid’
even though by then
her legs were thick as tree trunks.

So Mum said.

Old Mrs McGinty’s dead
- how did she die?
Nod in her head…”



II

Mum said
she saw the curtains burning
in a house
as she walked down
Woodcote Road.
She said
she thought the owners must know
so she didn’t bother to tell them.

And Mum said
she had danced with Mr Waverley
Mr Waverley from The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
but not with Napoleon Solo,
or even Ilya Kuriakin.

And one time
when she had gone to a dance
with some friends
a young man noticed the wet patches
under Mum’s arms
while he was dancing with her
and he said:

Coo – you sweat a lot, don’t you!?”

which put her off a bit.

And she said
she and
Dad
had had
Tea
with
the Queen Mother
but not in her house.

You had to have good manners
and not put the elbows on the table.
III

Mum said
she thought
she had just
happened to be born a child
that was just what she was,
not a man,
or a woman

or a nun.

And because they were all children
Dom and Jack
poured
methylated spirits
onto Mum’s doll’s house
and set it on fire
with a Swan Vesta –
and Mum got very upset
but of course it didn’t burn.

And once
she crept through
into the neighbour’s garden
and did a poo in the bushes.

And she said
one time
because they were all children
they had all sneaked through
into the neighbour’s garden
for a dare
and then the neighbour had come
and all the others had run away
and left Mum
who was too little to run
to face the neighbour
all on her own.

And Mum said
Uncle Jack
used to say
Comment-allez votre Bum?”
And when he had swallowed a pin
he had to go to hospital
and they fed him cotton wool
to stop the pin sticking inside him
in his stomach.

How did she die?
Nod in her head, wink in her eye!”


IV

And Mum said
great-great-granddad
was an Alsatian
and his family name was
Dreyer.

So, in Alsace,
where they spoke German,
they called him Herr Dreyer
but I don’t think he was a barber.

Mum said
that
great-great-uncle Somebody
lived in Russia
and kept a circus
and was finally
done-to-death
by a yak.

Cousin Stella said he was gnawed by a gnu
but I don’t think that can be right.

And Mum said
that there was an ancient Spanish cousin
who did an act with snakes
and it was charming.

And somebody else
was so tall
they fitted into the
Guinness Book of Records.

Because gnus don’t gnaw
and they don’t live in Russia.

And Mum said
Granddad
electrocuted
the East coast Railway Line –
it was his job,
and he got paid
a thousand pounds a year
but he died before I was born
because he had smoked too many cigarettes.

And Uncle Dom
put his foot through the ceiling
while he was fixing the electrics
in the loft.

And Uncle Jack
got a tattoo
of an anchor
on his arm
when he was in the Navy Blue,
like Popeye,
but afterwards he felt stupid
so he would never
take off his shirt on the beach.

And they all sang
Old Mrs McGinty’s dead
how did she die?
Nod in her head…
Old Mrs McGinty’s dead
how did she die?
Nod in her head, wink in her eye!”



V

And Mum said
of all her best friends
her best friend was
Auntie Monica
who was her sister
and who she loved better
than anyone.

And they were fiends –
the very best of fiends.

And they looked after each other
and called each other Feenie.

And when they got older
one Feenie bought
a birthday card
which said:

Happy Birthday
to a real
(excuse the nasty word)
OLD
friend!”

And she wrote in it
To Feenie
love
Feenie.”

And she sent it to the other Feenie.

Then
when it was the first Feenie’s birthday
the other Feenie
sent it back to the
first Feenie.

And it got sent
backwards and forwards
from Feenie to Feenie
until it fell down the back of the fireplace
in Tall Elms.


VI

And Mum said
Nana
had arthritis
and she lived in bed
and moaned
and would not have any one to feed her
in case they tried to scrape
Rice Krispies up her chin
with a spoon
and put them in her mouth
like they do with babies –
she wouldn’t have that.

And Mum said
that even though Nana could hardly walk
she got up
the day before she died
and tried to do the ironing
and the housework.

And afterwards
everyone looked at each other
and said:
She must have known,”
and
She didn’t want to leave things in a mess.”

And Mum said
that after Nana had died
Mum was traveling on the upstairs
of a bus
and she looked out the window
and there was Nana
sitting on a bench
on the Leytonstone High Road –
just along from Bearmans.

Old Mrs McGinty’s dead
- how did she die?
Nod in her head…
Old Mrs McGinty’s dead
- how did she die?
Nod in her head, wink in her eye!”



VII

And Mum said
When she first met Dad
she wrote a thing in her diary
and this is the thing:

Met a Ron – with a car,”

because it was unusual
in those days.

And the Ron took
her out to do
kissing in the car,
and
when they’d finished
and wiped their mouths,
the Ron started the car
to drive home
but when the headlights went on
there were a great lot
of rabbits
all sitting around on the grass.

And Mum thought it was a sign
because she was a Catholic.



VIII

She was an old, old, old, old lady.
And her eyes were a misty blue.
and she never said “yes”, and she never said “no”
all she said was
I love you!”


When Mum was in her hospital bed
and it was my last time
she said,
It’ll be all right.”

And she looked so old,
though everyone said
she was still so young,
and it seemed like there was
only one thing she could do.

So she had a cup of tea
from a baby blue beaker
with a spout
and then she went to sleep
and we all went home.

But we stopped
in a lay-by
and had the deepest of cries
with rain crawling down the window.
And Dad turned around
in the car
and tried to hug us all
at the same time.

Then in the morning
very early
she died.

They
telephoned
to tell us
and I ran upstairs to tell Kate.

And afterwards
I knew that Mum was right –
it was all right
because
she didn’t get stuck –
dying –
at least I don’t think she did –

she didn’t try to come back.

And Dad and Kate
went to get her stuff
because she didn’t need it anymore.

Old Mrs McGinty’s dead
- how did she die?
Nod in her head…
Old Mrs McGinty’s dead
- how did she die?
Nod in her head, wink in her eye!”

*

I look out of the bus window
from the upstairs
and I often do see her
out of the corner of my eye,
but then when I look properly
she turns into someone else.

*

And Auntie Joyce said
that when we were camping at Daccombe
Mum said to her
when they were walking in the lane
that she just hoped
we would be old enough
to remember her
even if she died.

And then she did,
and I do
and I remember all the things
Mum said.

August 2005

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Thus have I killed you

And thus
have I killed you
a hundred times:
stalked your corpse
among the living;
ripped the soul
from your dead flesh
in some imagined resurrection.


Thus have I killed you
a thousand times and more
when every face I see
in some small way
reflects a part of you:
the line of jaw;
the velvet camber
of a sallow cheek.



Thus have I killed you,
oh, ten thousand times
and mourned your death afresh
for dead you are
it seems
four decades gone
or so they say
though I did never see you dead:
never measured your length
upon a slab;
just some old box we tucked away
into the ground -
a time capsule of a life.



And every woman
still
spotted from this bus
though two hundred miles away
in years and space
for a fleeting moment
breaks nature's rule
and feeds my futile heart
with desperate hope
that hers might be your face.




Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Friday Fairy Cakes

I lift my
the cloth of my
shirt
my T-shirt
my drenched T-shirt

*

three o’clock
three
Friday
and she
triangulates the kitchen
with busy-ness
waiting for the homecoming of us
on the four o’clock bus
pondering tea
and so she
anticipating hunger
reaches into the centre
cupboard
for the large gripstand bowl
and fetches
fat and eggs
from the Lec
in the scullery
stands them next
to the range to warm
washes her hands at the kitchen sink
by the window
glancing up the garden
to the point she knows
in an hour we will become
visible

to see beneath my
under my right ribs
a gaping hole in
wrenched in
the flesh of me
where

*

they
therefore
they
because it was
the preparation day
that the bodies
should not remain
upon the cross
on the Sabbath day
besought him that
their legs might be broken
and that they
might be taken
away
so came the soldiers
to brake the legs of the first
and of the other
which was crucified with him
but when they came to Jesus
and saw that he was dead 
already
they brake not his legs
but one of the soldiers
with a lance
pierced his side
and forthwith
came there out
blood
and water

where the guts
the guts have been
and the heart
the heart has been
they have been
damaged

*

four ounces
four
each of caster sugar
and soft unsalted butter
creamed together
with an ancient wooden spoon
then eggs, two,
free range
beaten and added
by drop
by drop
with a teaspoonful of essence -
Madagascan Vanilla -
followed by flour
another four ounces
self-raising, sifted and weighed
folded
into the glossy mixture
and then the batter
dolloped
by spoon
by soft spoonful
on top of a finger of scarlet jam
in the bases
of paper cases
stood
in the tarnished indents
of a well-used muffin tray
then posted
into the oven
preheated to
three hundred and seventy five degrees
Fahrenheit
until domes of golden cake
glisten proudly above tulips of paper
ready to be
lifted gingerly
and lined up uniformly
on the waiting
mesh cooling-rack

through loss
through injury
injuries
and through loss

*

it was the consultant haematologist
who
in maybe some clumsy attempt to
comfort her
had pointed out
that as she
had older children they
would after her death be
able to attend to
the infant
with whom she
was now
pregnant

and the triangular
the triangular blade
the wound made by
the triangular
bayonet blade
is such
that the sides
the sides of the cut flesh
cannot be

drawn
together
 to staunch
the flow

* 
six o’clock
six
and at tea
there are ham sandwiches
and soft-boiled eggs we pass over
before we
can peel the papers
from the waiting fairy cakes
to reveal the terrifying
broken heart of jam
that has burst into the sponge
to leave a chasm of syrupy sweetness
blood red and oozing
while she pours tea
while she still can
from the aluminium teapot
its dull tannin-stained
surfaces scoured
to a shine
in the last few moments
transfigured
before we arrived
home

and the
wound
the wound thus fails to
it bleeds
it still bleeds
and thus
fails to
it fails to
 heal


to heal

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Only A Game

It is the duty of the poet to tell the truth as they know it... isn't it?  Sad to say this is a true story - but I feel confident that Jessica has forgiven us...


John and I
dug Jess a grave
in the garden.

Dad had been doing some digging
and we asked if we could.

He did not know
why we were digging,
but we dug a trench
then mounded
up the soil
as if we had buried Jess there.

Then we made a cross
out of two bamboo poles
and made a paper sign
with
JESSICA BALDWIN
RIP
written on it.

When we told Mum
she thought we were mean.
So did Jess.

The Russells
were coming for tea
and she said
don’t let Ann Russell
see our grave
she might get upset
and cry.

Ann was seven
and
it was only a game.

So John and me
we went and
jumped up and down

on Jess’s grave.

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Friday, 14 November 2014

What did you do at school today?



-What did you do at school today, Christopher?  Did anything exciting happen?
- We did papier mache.
- Did you?  What did you make?
- We had to cover a bowl with paper and glue till the glue dried and then take it off and have a paper bowl.  We have to paint it tomorrow.
- Oh, lovely – a paper bowl, how lovely!  Was it fun?
- Mrs White got cross with me.
- Did she, why?
- She told me off because she got gluey paper all over her fingers when she was helping me and she made me pick it off her fingers even though I didn’t put it there she did so I don’t know why she got cross with me.
- Oh dear.  Well, was playtime fun?
- Well…
- Well what?
- Well, a boy’s nose fell on a fist.
- What?
- A boy’s nose fell on a fist in the playground.
- Oh dear, was he all right?
- Well, it did bleed. But he went in to see the Nurse and she stopped it.
- Which boy was it?
- Kevin.
- Kevin?  Your friend, Kevin?
- Yes.  But, …
- But what?
- Well I’m not sure that he is my friend any more.
- Oh dear.  Why not?
- Because of the falling.
- What?
- Because of falling on the fist.
- Oh?  Why would he stop being friends with you, though?
- Don’t know.  He just did.
- What?
- When he came back from the Nurse after dinner he wouldn’t talk to me.
- Why not?
- He said it was my fault.
- Why?  Did you push him or something?
- No!
- What then?
- It was my fist.
- What?
- It was my fist he fell on.
- Do you mean you hit him?
- No!  He fell, but I had my fist up and he … he fell on it.  My fist.  And it did bleed a lot and he was really upset.
- Oh dear.  Well, …. maybe you could take him something tomorrow to make him feel better?
- What?  Medicine?
- No, I mean a little present or something…
- Like what?
- Well, I don’t know.  What do you like when you feel upset?
- I like dinkies.
- Hm?
- I like playing with my dinkies.
- Oh yes!  Well maybe you could take him one of your dinkies to play with.  Just to make friends again.
- I could take him my Mini but he can’t have my James Bond car.
- Yes, all right.  Why don’t you take him your Mini dinky?

- All right.  I’ll take him my Mini… … … to borrow.

Friday, 12 September 2014

Perms and Trims

When we walk into town
we go past Condells
the Ladies’
Hairdressers.

There must be
things
that go on in there

because they put
net curtains
in the window
and there are pictures
of ladies heads

with hair

like this
or like that

and Dads aren’t allowed
in
or boys,
only Mums
and girls.

The Mums come out
smelling of hairspray
and handbags

and the hair
always looks
stiff and important.

I can go in the barber’s
with Dad
but it’s boring.

There are newspapers
on the seats
but no comics
and a there’s a long wait,
so we never go on Saturdays.

If I have my haircut
Mr Trippet
puts a plank across the arms of the chair
and I have to
sit on that
because he’s too tall
to reach me otherwise.

He wraps a big sheet
round me
and buzzes my head with
his clippers.

“Shall we call you Shaun?”
says Mr Trippet.

He tells me
would I like spray?

Yes, please.
(Even though Mum makes me wash my hair straight away after.)

I cover my eyes
and he sprays.

Then he brushes his soft brush
all the way round the back of my neck
and untucks the cloth
he had tucked into my collar

and he gives me a tissue
to rub the itches with
while Dad pays.

“Something for the weekend, sir?”
says Mr Trippet

“Not this weekend, Jack,”
says Dad,
every time.

Then they laugh.

But
at Condells
the ladies don’t have haircuts
they have
trims
and perms
and blowjobs.