Gillian Thurlby Poems
|1.||A Marriage (1)||8/18/2005|
|5.||Ode To Summer||9/7/2005|
|8.||A Marriage (2)||9/23/2005|
|9.||Journey Without A Map||12/16/2005|
|12.||Birth Of A Poem||8/15/2007|
|13.||London July 7,2005 (Villanelle)||8/13/2005|
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Doom and Gloom
And have you heard
She’s going to have an op.
Not just a lump
Or a nick and a tuck
They’re going to open her up.
With a slice and a saw
And a pumping of blood
They’ll stop the old heart
Then call for the pig.
They’ll shove in its bit
And cobble her up
They’ll undo the pump
And give her a jump
They’ll get out the staples,
The pliers and string
And hope that they haven’t left anything in.
They’ll push in a tube
Wherever they can
They’ll give her a fix
And say wake up ‘nan’
Its time to move on
Forget any ...
Fear stalks my footsteps round the silent house
I dare not leave in case a door may creak
The beating of my heart thumps like a train
Carrying secrets of which I cannot speak
I watch a ghost walk slowly past the glass
Eyes stare unseeingly from plum-soaked stains
Limbs testing their ability to move
Mind pondering what punishment remains