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I once knew a woman
alas, no more
(I mean, alas no more do I know, her
Not ‘no more’ in the sense of her being dead)
(Although she may be, for all I know
But I very much hope not, obviously)
I once knew a woman
alas no more
Probably still very much alive
A seemingly sane woman
by most available
measurable psychiatric standards
pertaining to mental health
Much of the time, this is how I look
This is not a moment caught in time
Not my react, told it’s my turn to cook
This is me, appearance far from fine
Illness creates this expression face
With eyes open, gapes large my mouth too
Mouth shuts, normal, nothing out of place
When I blink or sleep all the night through
Throughout all my life
people have said
that I am a big-head
I had no understanding
of this
this thing that they said
‘Look’, I’d say
‘I am actually
rather unassuming’
‘How,” I’d continue with urgency
‘could you possibly
describe me as big-headed’
Ydych Chi’n Credu Mewn Hanes?
Rydych chi’n gweld, dydw i ddim yn siŵr am hanes.
Pwy sydd i ddweud beth yw un gair yn erbyn un arall?
Pwy sydd i ddweud bod y person hwnnw hyd yn oed yn bodoli?
Ni allai fod. Gallai arbed llawer o drafferth!
Fifty times more large and powerful
than the one’s we saw at home,
a hornet wasp, had entered our holiday chalet.
The clashing together of fear and marvel
dragged us individually by both hands,
down the path toward a mild sense of panic
Folding clean clothes
in a front-facing bedroom, now spare
through the window listless I stare
Until I spy
riding high
upon a small bicycle
This pink-faced giant of a white-haired old man
stopped with his pedalling
a’coasting and a’buzzing
Leaning into a sharp loop
he pulls up outside the tavern
attempts a quick and clean dismount
Nay! Something’s amiss!
Something goes wrong
he’s caught up in the waver of a mid-air kiss
We’re women and we’re bus drivin’,
around your neighbourhood.
We only take aboard women (and girls),
is that clearly understood?
Brinkinfield 