Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 31,796 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Itchy Itches Scratched - Poem by Andy Brookes

So I'm lost in space, the white paper sucks me in,
the vortex of a white hole, words slip from fingers,
as it slides down the greasy pole.
It is not quite oblivion but surely a trance

falling through the crazed cracks
of chipped china, coffee dregs stare coldly back,
they don't inspire but conspire, light slips out the window
forming a black cloaked night.

through the glass, reflective now, I see the nether world
listen to the scratchy pen on the itchy paper soaking up words.
the inner ear rings like bells but it is dissonant, a tuneless air in a breathless room.

14/11/17 20: 30

Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration, paper, poetry, writing


Comments about Itchy Itches Scratched by Andy Brookes

  • Bri Edwards (11/16/2017 4:25:00 PM)


    sounds like 'trouble in author land'

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  • Robert Murray Smith (11/14/2017 9:31:00 PM)


    Andy, it sometimes feels just like you describe.10

    Robert
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 14, 2017



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