Saturday 1st October 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on October 1, 2022 by uppyalf

Miss Galithhhhhha

I was hot and hotter still as
I approached the entrance to
The folk art gallery
I fumbled about in my bag looking for my ticket
Stuff comes out
Stuff moves about
Stuff goes back
Stuff comes out
I was visibly wilting
I looked up and she was there
She wasn’t pretty
She wasn’t tall
Her legs weren’t graceful
And they were fixed
Into box like shoes
She had a long square face
And a slight lantern jaw
Black hair
She was svelte
And her body poured itself
Into her skirt
Like a rich Madeira
She was dressed all in black
But she got my attention
She had intrigue in her eyes
Mystery locked me in her gaze
“Ticket”
Her accent now grabbed me and pulled
Me to my feet
It too was dark rich and strong
I asked like I all too frequently do
“Where are you from?”
“Galithhhhhhia.”
“Galithhhhhhia Espania.”
Once again as in Guadalupe
My mind thought
Upon Catherine of Aragon
And how she must have looked and sounded
Mysterious is what she was
Dark interesting and a mystery
And I wanted to know more
“Yes! It’s me!”
“I’m here!”
My train of thought was disturbed
By an old man
In sandals shorts and white socks
He was shouting into his mobile
“I’m here in Tate Britain!”
“I’m here!”
And so was I
But Spanish castles
And mysterious black eyes
Had stormed my old head
And made its mark
In my afternoon

Bish 24th July 2014

Tate Britain

Friday 30th September 2022

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Samantha and Michaela Kendall

I saw them often
And every time I saw them
There was less of them to see
They saw me as I saw them
Identical to the last shoulder blade
They moved in sync as if conveying
Bones to the bone yard
Skin taught opaque
Like two closed pearls of wisdom
Two raised sunken faced bony chests
Of unopened treasure
Eyes working in unison
As they peered at me above highly rouged cheeks
They slide past me like phantoms
They knew that they interested me
All of life interests me
Now they are real ghosts
Locked together forever in sinuous spirit
Wasted away
Wasted far away

Bish 1999

The Swan Yardley shopping centre

Thursday 29th September 2022

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Friday 23rd September 2022

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The Young Girl with the Baby

At the doctor’s
The young girl
Carried a baby
All looked pleasant
The father an older black man
Appeared attentive
But he left them alone
She was very young
Feeding the baby from a bottle
All the time she acted like
A nervous frightened child
Looking every few moments
Over her shoulder
Towards the doors
But he never came back
She repeated this movement
Over and over
But he never came back
I felt so sad for her
When I left she was still
The scared child
He was sat in his car
On his phone
When I looked at him
I thought he looked
Guilty of something
As he eyed me several times
I drove away feeling
So sad for the girl
With the baby
So frightened
So fearful
So anxious

Bish 23rd September 2022

It is what it is

Out in the street
On a wall
He cracked the top
Off his beer bottle
And walked away
Traffic lights on red
On a wall
She watched images
Checking her phone
Displaying her gallery
Of self-inflicted pain
It is what it is
It’s a service
Nothing more
Traffic lights on green
He took one
Last lingering look
And walked away

Bish September 23rd 2022

Thursday 22nd September 2022

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