As a facilitator who helps students at my local University I sometimes have to take lecture and seminar notes. A student of mine studies Creative Writing (the degree I did at University) and is taking a poetry module where we’ve been analysing and studying various poems. This, of course, has brought back so many memories from when I studied Creative Writing, that I decided to write a poem from what I’ve been inspired by. Enjoy!
Like the head of a gavel on a block
His knife cuts through flesh and bone.
In one, a leg is free.
I gaze, televised through a window
the separation with naïve eyes.
And every time threads of skin
latch on, only to the board
like claws marks.
A queue drools into the shop aisle.
Everyone meandering to his business,
kept at the back
as if these bloodied parcels were a crime.
I now journey here alone
where a smirk stretches across our eyes.
The sound of the whirling line
distracts our glare
and turns into a glance.
‘Gosht’ he instructs me,
when he hands me lamb draped in paper
inside striped plastic,
like the patriot of which we don’t belong.
Our knuckles knock at the limp handle
Which I carry on my shoulders, home.