Daily Archives: July 7, 2019

You Do Not Speak For Me, by Harry Gallagher

I am not a silent poet

You do not speak for me.
The sparrow has my voice,
busying between hedgerows,
English as a cloudy day,
more English than you anyway.

That oldman and his dog,
out at dawn beachcombing,
letting the morning tickle
his mouth up at the edges,
his gait carries my weight
as he lightens the day.

The wildflowers on verges,
reaching for something
they can never quite touch,
but stretching all the same,
smudging their glories
all over the mundane.

These Saturday kids,
smiling through braces,
serving ice creams on days
when ‘hot’ doesn’t cut it,
learning that patience is
waiting for sainted grandmas
to choose between
sprinkles or flake.

The policeman, the plumber,
the teacher, roadsweeper,
prampushing mums,
gleaming proud dads,
the Sunday funrunners
replenishing the sweat
with a pint of English best
after winning their bet.

The lifesaver doctor,
last hour of her shift
who hasn’t slept since
God only knows…

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CTO, by Henry Bladon

I am not a silent poet

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You can live free in the community
(as long as we always know where you live).

You must take medication
(which you don’t want because it makes you feel bad)

We will call these drugs ‘treatment’
(which is stretching the truth).

We will respect your opinion
(but over-ride it if we so choose).

You may claim you are well
(but we will decide).

You must remember your appointments
(even though your brain is fuzzy).

If you do not comply, we reserve the right to deprive you of your liberty against your will even though you have agreed to these conditions under duress and may take a different view of your life.
(That’s just how the system works, I’m afraid.)

Artwork is Nobody’s City by Dutch artist Marcel Herms (Netherlands) marcelherms.nl

Henry Bladon is a writer of short fiction and poetry based in Somerset in the UK. He has degrees in…

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