The latest Snap Notts sees our poet and photographer pairing take inspiration from Wollaton Park, a year since their first visit...
I said I would call yesterday
I’ve not text them back in a month
their message unread sits and stares at me
a steady beating drum
every day when I say hi to mum
Remind me this, remind me that
get milk, take it back
When did it get to Friday morning?
That red coat was barely worn but now showers tickle my arms
because I didn’t bring a jacket
when I was running out the door
forgetting to pack the lunch I got up an hour early for
The red soon matches lights on trees
candles burning cinnamon
the chatter doesn’t stop until the wick burns down
the room becomes dark and the thoughts start to drown
I didn’t get the stain out of my dress
or get tickets to that gig
that documentary’s no longer online
and I’m struggling to find the time
Each year we wish for light in our life,
to start the clock again
though it never stops to listen, mind
tranquility is hard to find
The first hand ticks and the second crawls
the third races round in my head
but when the bell tolls and the fireworks fall
it’s apparent that not much has changed at all
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