Midsummer Commoner
I think you are proud but unsure, but do not know for sure
One day I will look up and you will be there. I bet that’s what people think when someone’s died. You haven’t died as far as I’m aware but I’ve been waiting around various places, hoping you’ll appear.
All I want is a little tenderness, comforting, some softness. I guess if you don’t go to the places I go it wouldn’t work anyway.
I remember when I saw you, bouncing in, as if happy to be there. Revealed you a little. I think you are proud but unsure, but do not know for sure. Lately you were more cracked. ‘To my own detriment’. Yes, well quite… By the end most vulnerable.
Hm.
Shame I’ve not seen you since. I would like to, but you are hard to find.
Simon Ravenscroft lives in Cambridge, England. He teaches and writes in and around a variety of arts subjects. He’s based at the University of Cambridge, where he is a Fellow of Magdalene College.
