Not too soon hopefully,
But, you know, a long way down the line
Will it be me at your funeral
Or will you be at mine
Who will place a notice
In the section In Memoriam
Will I be asking people to meet me at the church
Or will you gather them at the crematorium
Will I be making lots of lists
In those dark, unsleeping hours
Or will you be finalising finger food
And sorting out the flowers
Will you be picking out for me
A casket of cardboard or of willow
Or will it be you who first lays their head
On that sempiternal satin pillow
All we know about our funerals
Is we can’t both be at each other’s
So will you take comfort from my lot
Or will I lean upon your sisters and your brothers
Will it be Crass or Primal Scream
Coming from speakers in the corners
Will it be me contacting our friends
Or will you alert the mourners
Who will sit flanked by family
In the front and centre pew
Shoulders shaking silently
Will it be me or you
It’s a hefty price to pay for love
That one or other of us must
Watch as our darling becomes but ashes
Back to earth and back to dust
It’s best that we don’t know in advance
Which of us will draw the shortest of the straws
And whether you’ll be at my funeral
Or I will be at yours
Early Morning Swim
A Recipe For Disaster
Ingredients
Unreliable
#datenight
At The Food Bank
In The Queue
An Emptying Nest
The Rejection Letter
Boxset.Boxset.
Cheese – the daily rind
Keeping It Short – A Poem
Mother’s Day
Laundry – A Poem
TV/Film
Tangerine: Review for Plymouth Arts Centre
Review: While We’re Young
How Game Of Thrones Got Me In The End
Child Acting
From the archive: Making Contacts
Spotlight: Diary of A Child Actor’s Mum
Family Life
The Missing Map of My 70s Childhood
Here Comes The Son
The Boarder Line
Under Bressure
Some things you shouldn’t say to new parents
One Month In To Operation Osper
On Closer Examination
I’m One Of fashion’s Silver Darlings
Mad About Magnolias
Why I’ll Never Sit On The Iron Throne
How I Missed My Mother
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