a poem i wrote on thursday night

Hello all, good Christ where did that sunshine go to, it's very upsetting. I'm in the process of writing a blog post which details in a list the components of my first day of springtime, similar to my list of things to do to entertain yourself when you're awake all the time ever, but until then I thought I'd put up another poem because everyone was so receptive to the last piece. I actually like this one a good deal more than the last, it was written during a writer's meeting in my apartment on Thursday night as part of an exercise where we all had to describe the moon, avoiding terms usually used to describe the moon (I cheated a little).


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i don’t know what draws you to me

tiny pale babyface

makes you pace me in circles

eyeing me and my darktime activities

do you love me

do you

suspended at a stellar arms length

i think you’re too young for me

too pock-marked

introspective quiet

too distant and when you come close

i feel my blue skirts pull away

you’ve been with me as long as i’ve known

before i knew all i know now babyface

more a brother than a bedmate

though bedmate i suppose

you are to all the sleepy eyed mites who pace upon me

Would now be the right time to say that everything I post up here is copyrighted SarahGriff 2011 and forever? Trying to get my bag of 20 poems packed for the Patrick Kavanagh Award too, which will be the first big competition I've entered in print with my work. It'll be worth the experience no matter what happens!

So on that lads, I'll hit yis with another post tomorrow. I've been swamped in a scary way lately but am definitely going to try and make more time to blog.