Rest – R.W.

A panic attack
Out the blue
Half way to my car
And no way I can drive now
Time required
To find my calm
A few deep breaths
Sips of water
Slow my pulse
Regulate my breathing
Nearly ready to go

Winter Flu – R.W.

The first cold snap
Of this winter
Has bought with it
Illness in flu
Bed days
Symptomatic of
The change in weather
The change in wellness
As they draw to a close
And the sun returns
A mist falls in the mornings
Cloudy head
And blocked nose
No longer enough
To stay off work
But a good few hours
Before it clears
And visibility returns

International Travel – R.W.

I miss Paris
Getting lost on the metro
With no help for my poor French
The fake pleasantvile
Of the town by the resort
A place where no one actually lives
Just designed to look that way

I miss sleeping in an airport in Greece
Flight cancelled twice
With no update when we’d get home
Tired hungover and running low on charge
A pile of us and our unchecked in luggage
Snoozing through the tropical storms outside

I miss landing in Spain
The friend who said she’d pick us up from the airport
Having left voicemails
While our phones were on aeroplane mode
Called into work
And left without a lift
Trying to find our way on the local buses
We’d done no research for
As they weren’t part of the plan

I miss my friends picking me up
In old ibiza Town
When the night went a bit far
One got arrested
The other drove the car
A misunderstanding
A world apart now

I miss getting a different train
On the Stockholm metro
Having to wait at the next
Art piece of a station
As our phones didn’t work
That far underground
Hope my friends would guess where I went

I miss more than anything
The freedom to travel
Adventures abroad
The good and the bad
I miss International travel

Sunset – R.W.

Pales into blue white
Frozen in the sky
A dusty back drop to the winter world below

In seeps orange and gold
Setting fire to the cold
A creep and a glow

Bursting into
Blinding splendor
As the roar peaks through the trees

The trees themselves
Spindly silhouettes
Limbs reach for the warmth of the cold sun

A charcoal drawing
Matt and cold

The First Christmas Party For Two Years – R.W.

I came in drunk again today
Picked up from the wind battered station
Smile plastered on my face
A giddy joy in some parts alcohol
Some parts the freedom of being allowed out the house
Pleased you’d come all this way
Not a physically long journey
But the effort of peeling you away
From your beloved game
Just to get me home safe
I was pleased to see you all the same
More than anything I need wee
You tease me on the way home
Although I’m still glad you came
Laugh as you make a hissing sound
Drop me at the door while you leave to park
As I let myself in and stagger upstairs
Aged by my full bladder
Back bent
The best wee I have ever been for
Before I crawl back into bed
Cold but content as I snuggle under the covers
A haven in my home
Its been a good day
We’ll have many more of these
Once again

Evidence Of The Beach – R.W.

Arriving home i wash the evidence of the day off my skin
Lest it annoy me in the morning
While I was still out, in it and living and breathing it
The smoothness of my sand buffed feet
And the odour of wood smoke clinging to my hair
The salt wind whipped skin of my face
Red where I’d caught the sun
All reminders of a happy place, a happy time
But tomorrow they’ll just be memories
And dirt in my bed sheets
I’ll clean it now while the love is still fresh
Stop it before it turns sour
And preserve the perfect day 

Headache – R.W.

Pounding headache
Pulsating from a single point
A short uphill paddle
From my right eye
Radiating with a warmth that brings with it pain
Leaving the other side empty
And cold by comparison
Like a gap that’s only there
Because its contents have been built
Into the mountain of pain
Creating the ache in my head

The Long Haul – R.W.

My face is fresh
Pretty almost
Aside the bags my eyes are tired
Of taking with them everywhere I go
Fundamentally clean curls frame
The soft skin of my weary features
Softened by the tiredness swelling
Each muscles required to force a smile
Not quite together
Neither slick nor styled
This might be the best
You can get from me
Without an extended rest

Neglect – R.W.

I haven’t written in a while
Part of me feels I neglected it
Another feels like I haven’t needed to
Take the pain or joy
From everyday
And store them somewhere else
Even for a little while
The days have been
Not mundane
But neither full of drama
Enough to keep me going
Without feeling out of control

Growth – R.W.

Dodged decieved and diverted
You clearly don’t want to give me an answer
So I give it a few hours and ask again
I realise this might be a boundary you don’t want to cross
So eventually I let it lie
To rest
Baffles me as normally you’re so proud
Ready to celebrate, boast nearly
Maybe this time it hasn’t blossomed
Or grown to be something you didn’t expect