Tell me lies about compassion and pride
whilst emails fly behind my back with doctor
this and doctor that and doctor please help
us please because she’s broken
but you see,
it’s easy being alone in places
like this, anonymous and hidden
I hear
Whose got a cig?
and shuffle my Pall Mall
under the sand
music takes me away, I close my
eyes like the beautiful mdma
monster next to me but
I can really feel this –
string of beats spun around my neck
reeling me in, so tight, a laser-lit
cataplasm to nurse my solitary
wounds that gape and gawk in quiet nights
but are soothed here amongst electric sherbet
sand scooped into the air by glow-worm girls
– someone presses change
my spell is gone, vibrations dampened
I am reminded
that I am here, alone
before the sky falls into my open
awkward mouth I approach a fire
encircled by green pools of bile - a flash
of limbs - a shriek - I sit, playing with
my phone pretending to wait for a
boyfriend to come back from the loo and I
stay there, for a while
back-lit by a ball of light
that passes as the moon and
lays me bare against the world
but they’re all too drunk to see
Comments
Beeme | September 22, 2011 - 14:55
you performed this one last if I'm not mistaken. I enjoyed it greatly- I think this is one of my favourites of yours :)
Beeme xx
maggyvaneijk | September 22, 2011 - 14:57
I did! It was so great meeting you if not shocking, I can't believe you're not thirty years old...at least!
skinner_jennifer | September 22, 2011 - 15:33
I really had to read this one out loud to myself,
it was so poetic and descriptive.
Really enjoyed reading maggy.
Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
maggyvaneijk | September 22, 2011 - 15:35
Thanks Jenny!
fatboy74 | September 22, 2011 - 16:21
The mish-mash of punctuation I found a bit of a problem here Maggy - I know it's probably just me, but it didn't feel right to have commas floating around and no full stops - I agree with the question mark though.
Apart from that moan I loved it, you're language interplay is just wonderful and it seems like you have an instinctive knowledge of where words will resonate at optimum pitch within a phrase or sentence. I constantly feel like I am reading the work of a major published poet - if it doesn't happen sooner rather than later it's a bit of a tragedy - would have loved to have heard you read this one, it feels like it should be read aloud. :-)
maggyvaneijk | September 22, 2011 - 16:26
Thanks, I know what you mean. I don't have internet at the moment so I think I hurriedly uploaded this one. I'll reconsider the punctuation, it's pretty comma-heavy at the moment!
shoe | September 22, 2011 - 17:31
Much as I would like to hear this read out, I think I prefer to read it myself, more than once, to savour it and let it sink in slowly, which I have done and very enjoyable it was too!
Beeme | September 22, 2011 - 18:24
I can't believe you thought I was 30 or older is that based on my writing then? You read really well you know-you're so talented :)
Katie
barryj1 | September 22, 2011 - 19:36
Had to read through this one three times for the full impact to register. The brutal honesty makes the imagery come alive. I would have preferred a bit more punctuation but, on the other hand, nothing was lost by the words flow down the page as they did and it may have contributed to the overall insular 'feel' of the piece. You definitely have a gift for pushing the literary envelope.
Highhat | September 22, 2011 - 20:45
This is really an interesting poem and I mean exciting maggy. So full of images it is a delight to read and something new appears every time you read it.
excellent at least
;)Pia
MistakenMagic | September 22, 2011 - 22:40
You pulled me right in to this gritty, drunken underworld Maggy. A gripping poem. Utterly gutted I wasn't there to hear you read!
Magic xxx
Highhat | September 23, 2011 - 08:26
New word maggy- Lonerism-very inventive...love it
;)Pia
MaggieG | September 23, 2011 - 16:24
"string of beats spun around my neck
reeling me in, so tight, a laser-lit
cataplasm to nurse my solitary
wounds that gape and gawk in quiet nights
but are soothed here amongst electric sherbet
sand scooped into the air by glow-worm girls"
That is terribly impressive ! You brought that club to life :)
oldpesky | September 24, 2011 - 11:50
Hi maggy, it was a pleasure meeting you and your boyfriend and watching you bring your words alive on Wednesday night. This poem took me back to my own clubbing days...in the eh...1930's?
celticman | September 25, 2011 - 20:00
I was going to quote a line (in that way you do) but I ended up with the whole poem. So. Thank you.
Overthetop1 | September 30, 2011 - 18:37
I loved the way you so perfectly capture the magic, the highs and lows, that so often accompany the kind of night you describe. (Not that I have had that type of night out for some years!). Your words are used in a way that I have only really read in poems by Plath. I agree with FB, you should be widely published. You have such a very rare talent.
RachelPatricia | October 1, 2011 - 17:09
So wonderful, Maggy - absolutely loved it :)
Rachel xx
Cavalcaderl | October 3, 2011 - 09:47
new Maggyvaneijk
Yes, of course you read it
so well, last night, 1st time.
Can't believe your so young, poetry
so strong with the words and images.
Love last stanza
before the sky falls into my open
awkward mouth I approach a fire
encircled by green pools of bile-a flash
and so on.
Will read again.
Super to met you,and your boy friend at
The great Wheatsheaf evening London.
Read so well. The intricate word's of
your talented poems. Hope your feeling brighter.
well deserved cherry!
julie xx
hudsonmoon | October 4, 2011 - 00:16
I'm afraid I'm not as old as Oldpesky. 1930's. I think he exaggerates. lol. My clubbing days would have been mid-70's Punk or disco. Johnny Rotten or BeeGees. I wasn't drawn to either. Rock and roll and blues for me. I'm side tracking, Maggie. Loved you write as always.
Rich
raylee925 | December 13, 2011 - 13:13
Purging. Great introduction. I am slowly working through your work and I very impressed.