Moodswing

Moodswing magazine is now in the National Poetry Library on the South Bank.
It’s always worth a browse next time you’re in London.

Tom Kelly

Some Saint’s Life

The ceiling’s high as I can imagine
except when I fly, but that’s different.

I see the headmaster, his hair precise
suit, shoes neat.

The cane, a small log
hits my hands
they scream, go cold, pulse, cry.
I sit on them,
listening to the teacher
tell us of some saint’s life.

The poem appeared in LOVE LINES

Then I Remembered

I was going to ring you,
talk about Sunderland
that this will be our season and laugh.
Then I remembered.

I was going to ask you questions
I’d marooned for years,
there’s always plenty of time.
Then I remembered.

I sat up in bed, examined the curtains,
thought someone had spoken,
you were at my window.
Then I remembered.

I parked the car, checked my wallet,
made certain I had enough
to pay for two.
Then I remembered.

Tom Kelly

To appear in HISTORY TALKS
Red Squirrel Press
February 2011

Tom Kelly