Florence Meade

Things I Make and Do

Tag: Folk Tale

Talk

I really wish people could stop
Popping their own clogs
Or trying to pop their own clogs
By jumping from things or under things or into the sea
Or by other means

Things must feel terribly bad
Far and away beyond sad
With really no fun left to have
To End yourself quietly but violently; then finally
Be silent.

Third suicide in a year
I should put in a line about tears
For the sake of a rhyme?
No, the tears are not mine
They are shed by those closest, most dear

 

 

 

 

 

Town

Engines groan, urging and streets sigh
Fight and win or lose and die
White frames and harsh lights for the new under glass
Dirty mouths and dark shadows for the old in the underpass
Bodies sat in chairs, chattels hanging, wired in
No-one knows the future but they keep on spinning
Vigilant faces scan the melee
Empty hearts that make their way
Check in on themselves once in a blue moon
How do you feel? Who are you?

New piece on Cambridge artist and performer Joy Rutherford

Joy Rutherford’s Shadow Puppet Show at Cambridge Museum of Technology.

Joy Rutherford 'Thora the Marvellous Bear' 2 CJM