Comfy grey wool
Scratching pink cheeks
Warming nose and
Scrunching audibly
The eyelashes that I
Own. Pushing my mouth
Together in an aunty
Sort of way and under-
Neath this jumper, this
Scrumptious Cardi-da
I make friends with
My post-tea breath
As though it were a
Colourless lover. Just
Me, a peek-a-boo
Behind two hands.

The other side of which
War is waged on politics
A law is paged by loving
Scribes with listening eyes
A bunch of familiar family elites
That would make you writhe
A little bit make a husk
Of your outer pouter.
Us loveless as we are
Not lovers.


4 Responses to “Cardigan”

  1. 1 Rozzi July 29, 2008 at 2:44 am

    This has message at the end
    about us not being lovers
    of what?
    reality as it is ?
    or politics. . .

  2. 2 TT July 29, 2008 at 9:09 am

    Its a comparison between feeling safe and not.

    In the last few lines of the first verse there is a colourless lover

    But then even that is gone.
    We are loveless
    as we have no lovers

  3. 3 gillian August 9, 2008 at 4:47 am

    I think this is playful too – the images from childhood take on a new mood with the serious and perhaps heavy handedness of adult life begins to intrude. I like it!

  4. 4 gillian August 9, 2008 at 4:52 am

    I mean that the world of politics, law, family elites threaten the self contained world of behind the cardigan where the self is protected and encountered in the breath – the colourless lover. No I really like this one. It would make a great song.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: