I am living my life online

while a neighbour

quietly climbs the walls

and my mother misses

seeing me very much.

You arrive in the pub

with sketches and poems,

a sprawl of images and ideas

you’re trying to reign in

while your partner

slowly goes mad. The drink

doesn’t help either of us

and declaring visionary verse

over the folk club’s blues

brings only raised eyebrows

and friendly derision.

How hard it is to be loyal

to friends who don’t fit in

in the village, to ideas

of love in this world.


© Rupert M Loydell
Illustration Nick Victor

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