Auto-Sun-Shades 23 June 2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

In courtly tradition Kingley took pity on
our fate, switched off the air-con, rather
let us suffocate than freeze to death, I
bought more auto-sun-shades, blocked
the sun, now we’re sitting in a world of
blue, everyone! Also got me a book, On
Being Sarah by Elizabeth Helfman, a
positive perspective to help me survive
my current head affection which makes
it almost impossible to work, quite im-
possible to have fun; even as a charac-
ter in my fantasy – I think they departed,
I have no stories left in my head, I’m blown
about by the things being said on TV, in
books, in my documents; I’d give an arm
and a leg to be myself again, only halfway
awake in this world while living challenging
adventures in my own fantasy…