Fran Isherwood is a poet with a comedic bent. Her poems lurk in several anthologies, print and online periodicals and in ‘Poems in The Waiting Room' which was distributed in surgeries and hospitals nationwide. Her book Swimming with Endorphins was published in July 2015. Her poetry is a wry, awry, word-playful gallop through the vagaries of life encountering mail stealing snails, lollipop ladies, Glam Rock, insomnia and macabre part time jobs en route. Despite having a black belt in procrastination, Fran recently completed an MA in Creative Writing. http: //www.facebook.com/group.php? gid=232553559948)
If I could rummage in your brain
And I could blow away the pain
Fill bin bags with your fears
And buckets with your tears
Throw them in the gutter
If I could just declutter
Your soul –hose away the stress
Replace with fonts of happiness
If I could spring-clean in your brain
And buff up the parts that remain
Obliterate the thoughts that torment you
Hoover away the thoughts that prevent you
From reaching what it is you seek
Come in, in a pinny, maybe once a week?
If I could polish your self esteem
Until I made it sparkle & gleam
If I could sand blast your defences
Place gold cushions around your senses
If I could dig out the weeds of pessimism
Nurture & water the seeds of optimism
If I could tuck your inner child into a cosy bed,
Safe in the clutching of a favourite ted
Employ bouncers to keep your demons at bay
If I could, what would you say?
Would you let me help you to be free?
Oh …and…Would you do the same for me?