Pantoum

A form of poetry composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza being repeated as the first and third of the next, until  the last stanza, where the second and fourth lines are the third and first lines of the first stanza. Got that? Good.

Your Place

Joe at his flat

Last year, I wrote a poem (a pantoum) called 'This Place' about visiting my son in the adolescent psychiatric unit where he spent four months (read it here).

He now has his own flat, living independently with support. So I decided to write a follow-up poem of the same length in the same style, hoping that this will illustrate the wonderful progression.

Lighting, Rigged

Lighting rig

Thirty-five years ago, I was sexually assaulted at a gig. I never told anyone. But over the last few years, some stuff has prompted me to finally address it - by writing this poem.

Standing by the ticket table,
flogging run-off, stapled zines
Hold as much as I am able,
twenty pences in my jeans

This Place

I come to see you in this place
A train, a bus, a longish walk
A mask of growth veneers your face
We picnic, catch up, laugh and talk

A train, a bus, a longish walk
They brought you here to make you well
We picnic, catch up, laugh and talk
You've questions, jokes and tales to tell

Planet Pantoum

Extinction Rebellion

Bring the cities to a standstill
We have to save the planet
Put apathy in landfill
Take fracking back and ban it

We have to save the planet
Speak urgently and clear
Take fracking back and ban it
Disarm the profiteers

Speak urgently and clear
For carbon-burn reduction
Disarm the profiteers
Let people run production

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