Poems By Ben Banyard (UK)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 46
If I close my eyes tightly
and strain to hear the blood
roaring in my ears I can almost
feel I’m at home with you.
As I shrink from another shell
I imagine you gathering around,
your faces crowding the platform
lifting me from the carriage.
Here there is mud and hell,
boys cry and we hide,
praying for the quiet of meadows,
a cuckoo calling from the wood.
We met at my father’s house
married as strangers weeks later
finding ourselves unsupervised in bed.
I resisted this hollow union
until I was taken ill;
you endeared yourself with soup.
Fifty years and four children
found us smooth like pebbles.
I never thought I’d miss you.
Life is like a Rubik’s Cube
With a few good twists
you can set it straight.
Colours uniform and true,
beaming faces primly presented:
a satisfying factory reset.
But try cheating and you’ll find
tampering isn’t so clever.
Attempting to right it
just for appearances
will mean it never works properly again.
Ben Banyard lives and writes in Portishead. His debut pamphlet, Communing, will be published by Indigo Dreams in 2016. Ben edits Clear Poetry, an online journal publishing accessible contemporary writing by newcomers and old hands alike: https://clearpoetry.wordpress.com/
Image: "Cubes for Modding" by Gerwin Sturm.