Delighted to have made the shortlist for this one, being the first poetry competition I’ve entered in a few years. Thanks to Writing Magazine. It will be available to read in a collection called The Crystal Barrel, due for release later this year.
When I’m gone and turned to dust,
You’ll still click my link, I trust,
Give us a like or even a love,
I’ll be watching from above,
If creation truly be not a sin,
Maybe my uploads will get me in?
Followers come and followers go,
Like lovers you never really know,
Unless they too have uploaded theirs,
And put in order their affairs,
So that they can also live forever,
By seeding clouds with their endeavour,
Hoping there might come a rain,
To drop them back to earth again,
If only to give a vague idea,
Of what it meant when they were here.
Will doc files cleanse the streets,
And bring on revolution?
Bedroom wavs rock halls of power,
Will jpegs of outstanding worth,
Become like stained-glass,
Worshipped by some hipster,
Still talking out of his arse?
But what happens when,
The wind blows again,
And we all take shelter below?
If we survive,
Will we be deprived,
Of the things that we love and know?
If the cloud blows away,
And the authorities say,
That it was always our decision,
We submitted and signed,
We’ll become deaf and blind,
Under a deluge of derision,
Incision and division bells,
Silencing the voices,
That scream against the toughened glass,
Of gilted Rolls-Royces.
An experiment in combining poetry, music and film: three things by which I have been besotted since I first experienced them. I’m no film-maker, but editing these public domain clips into something that vaguely makes sense was really satisfying, somehow. I’m used to working with words and music, mostly, but working with the visual felt amazing. All three combined might be a bit like having all your favourite food on one plate: individually they taste good, but mashed together not so much, which is why I’m emphasising that this is only an experiment. The soundtrack is fairly ambient with bluesy lap steel over the top. I’ve been learning how to play that for a while, which has been great fun and has opened up some new musical horizons for me.
As far as the subject matter goes, it’s a little bit patriotic and it’s a little bit existential. Best if you find your own interpretation.
Any feedback is welcome, good or bad. Hope you get something out of it.