book swap, creative writing, novel, prose

Living through lines: of books

Up until now I have kept this blog focused on poems, but this week I have had a change of heart after finishing an incredible book which all I want to do is talk about.

This also comes at the perfect time as myself and some friends from University a couple of years ago, whom now live several hours away from me, have decided to start a Book Swap Project to encourage us all to read more. Today I received my first book in the post and so from hereon I will also be sharing my thoughts on the books I will be reading.

First stop is last week’s novel (which I am now sending on as my first book swap!) which has left me deep in thought for quite some time…

family, grandad, grandparents, love, poetry, rhyme

The House that Grandad Built. 

You are everywhere, 

But nowhere in sight.

Teak wood glory,

A nod to your trade.

I had never noticed,

The gleam of the gold mirror’s frame

On your living room wall,

Yet now it’s vintage presence

Has pride of place in mine.

And what of the music

That you spun her around to

At just 16 years of age?

I will dance all the same

Underneath our slanted ceilings

As he takes my hand.

All four of the rooms

Contain a token of you,

Of memories before my time

That your love can no longer

Quite remember to recall.

Each day I sit upon your chair

But no longer on your knee,

I sit beside a new man,

With whom you would be pleased.

Your home and your history

That you had to leave behind,

Now sit upon the table tops

And fill the walls of mine.

 

©livingthroughlines 2017.

 

alzheimers, poetry

Alzheimer’s Part 2: December 2014

You spoke words I could rely on,
You were a hand that helped me through,
You were a mind full of wisdom;
A crucial part of how I grew.

But as the seasons change too fast
’94 became 2015.
Your mind is changing, rearranging
Whilst you lose a sense of me.

Fragile autumn leaves
Don’t drift away from me.
Setting winter sun,
Your light won’t be undone.
Fading memories, dying mind
I will never leave you behind.

I beg you to remember,
As you fumble through your thoughts,
All you’ve said and done for me
Not all, at all is lost.

For the fifth time since sunrise
I will listen to your same tale
And to humour your soul once more,
I’ll pretend I don’t know it well.

Fragile autumn leaves
Don’t drift away from me.
Setting winter sun,
Your light won’t be undone.
Fading memories, dying mind
I will never leave you behind.