These are linked poems created week by week for a year, inspired by the book No Choice But To Follow, and the poets therein who did it first.

Monday, 7 April 2014

April #1

“that oaf who tried to hit on me”

Dredging memory
for oafs
looking for louts
who chose me
as victim
who hit on whom:
Was it I
with my lust
for impregnation?
Or they, addicted
to seek-and-destroy tactics?

My daughter
could probably invent
a few pithy stories
on Facebook
but I
can only stare
out the train’s window
hoping for reflection
searching instead
a flat dry developed
for clues.

— Jennie Fraine


  1. Ah yes, relationships are a lot more complex and hard to categorise than the brief, random encounter I was referring to in my last poem. It must be good that you're unable to apportion blame.

  2. I don't know about "good" but certainly free. easy. and a case of "peace of mind". :-)


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