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- Jenni Towler -

 

LEAVING


Don’t walk away until you know I’m gone

Don’t turn your back while you can see my face

Just wait a while until I’m out of sight
And miss me when I’m not with you tonight.

 

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SHARING


A lending thing I guess that’s what it is
Or moment borrowed from another’s life

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A passion in that second lovers share
The sweat and sudden rush of lust laid bare.


Excitement goes, it ebbs and drifts away
And breathlessness abates to normal time,
That bonding spontaneity has left
Why is it sharing leaves us so bereft?

 

SUDAN

So you young mother
Where Is your child
And why are your eyes
So tragic and wild?

And where is your partner
Your lover,your Man?
Did the soldiers come
Take him away in Sudan?

Don’t weep for your losses
Please try and explain
What happens in villages
How bad is the pain?

Did your little boy die
Was he shot In the head?
Or did some other girl cry
Find her son lying dead?

Or your daughter of five
That the Soldiers discovered
Did they rape and assault Her
And leave her uncovered?

Now you’re weeping alone
Is there nobody there
Do you sit in your helter
Is there no-one to care?

Teenage Agony

She’s the girl with blue eyes
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She’s the girl your friends like
And somehow that’s not fair

She’s the girl with long legs
With the perfect white smile
She’s the girl you wish you could be
Just for a while.

 

 

 

 

 

The Child You Cannot Own

And suddenly she is not mine the child who came from me
Today she turned to me and there she was  herself - not mine
 The tilt of chin, assurance of her voice , I recognise - I see
I know now I’m the student not the parent – she is free

How very odd the central part I played is now remote
The bonds we parents made then seemed so strong
The baby changed  to teenager and then into adult
But in between the butterfly became herself – her fault!

The metamorphasis, the independent self she has become
Is now the great enigma we all dread – but what’s so wrong?
Well now it is my turn to learn from her and see her world
To listen to her thoughts and where she will belong.

 

The rest has yet to come ……………….

 

 


 

TERROR IN THE NORTH

 

A BANG – ALMIGHTY BLAST

THE TIME – THE TIME STOOD STILL

THEN FLAYLING LIMBS AND VOICE AGHAST

 

THE CHILD LAY DEAD …

THE FATHER RAN – REACHED OUT

REACHED HER – THEN HE FELL

REALITY AND THEN THE DREAD….

 

A SILENT SHOUT – A CRY – A PRAYER

A SIREN SCREAMS AND RENTS THE AIR

A RUSH STAMPEDE – TOO MUCH TO BEAR

THE AVALANCE OF PAIN – THE TEAR…..

 

THE TEAR OF HEART, OF GUT, HIS OWN

THE TEAR OF DEATH OF LIFE NOT THERE

HER HEART, HER HAND AND PIECE OF HAIR

HE SAW THE SHARDS – HER BLOOD LAID BEAR

 

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MANCHESTER JUNE 2017 -  AN ASSAULT