Wednesday 17 June 2015

Coffee


A silly one from my growing 'foodie' collection:



    Steaming
               mysterious
                                foreign
                                       hot pungent scent
                                black, very black,
                                      deep black
                                promise of …
       synapse stimulation,
 the racing heart
                 the bitter taste.

Coffee, I love you

Sunday 14 June 2015

Autism

This is all true. It’s an account of an ‘interview’ experienced recently by a friend of mine. First published online by I am not a silent poet.

 
Autism

or: how the psychologist ‘interviewed’ the mother of an autistic teenager,
who after years of trying finally got an appointment with Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services (or CAMSH – Can’t Actually Manage to be Supportive of Humans)

You may as well talk to one of these.
“Did he have problems when he was younger?
Ah, I see,
he had a few issues at nursery –
well, that’s just children for you isn’t it?
When did he attend referrals?
Oh come on, do think now,
can’t you be more specific?
Well, how often and where?
Ah. You must know these things,
let’s get it all down straight shall we?

I do need to know all the facts.
You seem very muddled about this,
do you have problems with your memory?
haha, it may have been ten years ago Mrs M,
but most people would certainly remember those details.
It’ll be your age, of course.
Oh no, your memory isn’t good compared to others.
I expect it’s your hormones,
you’ll be going through the change by now.
Well, that’ll be all for today,
time’s up.

Take this medicine for him
and come back next week, same time.
Will you remember that?”


*First published here: https://iamnotasilentpoet.wordpress.com ,
an online magazine for poetry and artwork protesting against abuse in any of its forms.