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Abi Morgan Poem
The last one in the packet,
You blow it up, hold it aloft,
Admiring the transformation
That you have brought about;
The kiss of life
The gift of hope
An air of grace
Your life, your hope, your air
So easy to damage
Burst pop bang:
Hear your breath escape,
The silent song it sang.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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Abi Morgan Poem
Some say that love is dead,
But can that really be so?
Is it an idea, a thought in your head?
Or an emotion you outwardly show?
They say that love is no more,
But is that really true?
Must you ask for it, implore,
Or does it come naturally to you?
I heard that love has been destroyed,
But is that believable?
Is it simply redundant or unemployed?
Or a state that’s unachievable?
It’s said that love is in the past,
Old-fashioned and out of date,
But do we all just move too fast?
Perhaps we need to stop and wait.
I watched as love was laid to rest,
And I suppose to see is to believe;
We buried it dressed in our Sunday best,
A love we bereave but cannot conceive.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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Abi Morgan Poem
I came to your house this morning
And posted something for you,
My favourite crushed can of Special Brew.
But I don't think you noticed,
I don't think you cared
Or maybe you were just a little bit scared.
I'm constantly thinking of you.
I walked past the pond at midday
To see a woman crouched down with scissors,
Cutting up bread on the ground.
I assumed it was for the duck,
But I guess it could have been for luck
Or just for the hell of it.
It reminded me of you.
Last week I went on a journey;
The horses were on strike so I caught a train
Through the glaciers and rocky terrain.
It was empty but a stranger sat next
To me and ate cornflakes straight out
Of the bag. He was a pro with chopsticks.
Remember when you taught me to play that?
I'd run out of pebbles so I went to town
Where people collect things and stash them
In their bags like anxious squirrels.
Two policemen stood outside M&S,
Arresting a clown for inappropriate dress,
Big shoes squeaking as she climbed into the car.
Remember that time you got done for MSG?
I took my fox for a walk down by the stream;
We saw a beautiful koi carp
Scurrying up a near-by tree.
There was something lodged in the sand underwater:
A loyalty card for Men Chun fireworks.
I looked at the fox who shrugged and said, "Finders keepers."
Recall when you said that about my splintered heart?
On the last day of summer I went down the lane
To see the colours through the sun and the rain.
A knotted bramble of blackberries
Sheltered the toy Father Christmas,
Though his fur looked pathetic and bedraggled.
I miss being a child at Christmas, I really do.
But not as much as I miss you.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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Remember when we were just kids,
When we shared a bath and a bedroom,
When we used to play outside,
On tinsel-decked scooters we’d zoom.
The back garden with the sandpit and swing,
The slide that gave us electric shocks,
The plastic kitchen and toy washing machine,
The photo of you sat in its cardboard box.
Polishing wooden chairs before family arrived,
Hoping they would slip and slide off,
Magic cream for grazes and sickly Calpol
If you had a headache or cough.
The pink Barbie car and remote-controlled jeep,
Microphones and Winnie-the-Pooh drum,
And plastic blue drumsticks we hit each other with
That got hidden in a high place by Mum.
The time when you pooed on my toy rabbit,
The time I threw sand in your eye,
The times we brought all our toys downstairs
Without really knowing why…
Just hating those dreaded words: “tidy up”,
Suddenly too tired to move or hear;
Your name scrawled on the wall in pencil,
Which you denied writing with a strop and a tear.
Knock-knock jokes without punch-lines,
Games with no reason or rhyme;
Looking at the grey world of growing up,
I wish we could go back to that time.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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Abi Morgan Poem
Decision Time
Face the facts
You messed up, can't go back
Can't rewind, undo, renew
Time surges onwards, you got left behind
Shame about that
Hard to admit that you were wrong
Can't face yourself
The mirror shows the ugly truth
Inconvenient and unfortunate
But real, this is the reality
This is your life and you can't bear it
You made yourself the badge but you're too ashamed to wear it
Too late, it's gone on too long
Have to hash together the last remains
Compromise and make the most of it
You hate it, hate yourself
So much that you can't even tell yourself properly
Address your words to some invisible second person
The you is me
Regret washes over and I sink;
It's decision time
I look back and think that now it is
Decision time
And I'm scared, so afraid
Already ruining those carefully constructed plans
That were never quite made.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2011
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The doctor’s had a heart attack,
The lollipop lady’s got RSI,
Couldn’t risk holding her wrist too slack
In case her stick got stolen by a passer-by.
Still, at least she’s better off than poor Doreen
Who got hit by a Ford Fiesta reversing around a corner;
Oh it was awful, you should have seen,
I wish we’d had time to warn her.
The butcher watched from his front door,
Helpless, he just muttered: “poor sod”,
But a secret part was intrigued by the gore –
He could be the new Sweeny Todd.
Repulsed such a thought had crossed his mind,
He returned to his shop from the street;
He questioned how he could be so vulgar, unkind,
While bludgeoning pieces of meat.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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Abi Morgan Poem
Maybe things are becoming brighter
One spark at a time,
The fire of future burning, blazing…
Something to hold onto
While all else seems to fall away.
Perhaps not the beginning of the end,
But the start of something better;
Holding onto hope
To avoid disappointment.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2011
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Abi Morgan Poem
I am hollow, I exist,
The train that no one missed -
Or wanted to catch anyway.
I am here, I am alive,
Seeking any joy I can derive
From another unpromising day.
I stay and I remain,
Life in the slow lane
As time drives away,
A hit and run, don’t look back,
Keep your eyes to the tarmac
And hope and wish and pray
For better, always better,
A bottle holds a letter,
A message gone astray;
No one listens because no one hears,
The world folds in and disappears,
As you return to earth, to clay.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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It started off with butterflies and balconies,
A stilted yet oddly comfortable conversation
Walking home in the darkened rain.
Then a few weeks later I was feeling cheeky,
And spurred on by my favourite song
I hinted that I’d like to see you again;
The worst that could happen was that you’d say
No…but to my surprise you didn’t.
So I went round your house on a Sunday afternoon
And sat awkwardly on your huge sofa
Watching a TV show about awkward teenagers
And not quite seeing the irony of it all.
Then you walked me home in the dark
And I felt happy and safe.
God, I know it’s sad, but I clung on
To that feeling for days.
When I spoke to you again I think I was too
Forward about it all, over-excited by
A tiny bit of attention.
I went over again in the holidays
For another awkward sitting where
Words stumbled out of my mouth.
I remember you said you liked my jumper
And I felt pleased, as if my aim in life
Was to gain your approval for my choice of knitwear.
Then came the unsettling, unexpected clashes
On the stairs, in the corridors and in between blocks,
Even worse when I’m caught off-guard,
Usually looking gormless or doing something embarrassing.
And the worst thing is I can’t explain why
I get like that; jumpy and panicky when you come into view.
I’m not completely sure if I like the idea of love
Ore than I like you…
Now my shallow personality is exposed and I can tell
Any vague interest I once imagined you had
Is waning. Like the moon on that first night
When we walked home in the darkened rain
And talked about balconies.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2011
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I want to be grown up and a little girl,
I want to stay home, safe, and travel the world,
I want to look like nothing and be everything.
I want to be alone and I want to see my friends,
I wish this never started and I wish it never ends;
Decide what I want most, real life or pretend.
In theory there is so much drawing me forwards,
Yet always something holding me here
In my safe danger zone.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2011
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