disqualified

I dreamed I was starting
in a running race
There were four 400-metre laps
Everyone else limbered up
When the gun went they took off
sending up divots from their spiked shoes
I stretched myself a bit and looked around
The finish line was only 50 metres from the starting blocks
Just there
Practically in front of me
so I walked forward until my belly touched the tape and said, Well?
But the man with the flag said
You're disqualified
You didn't run the four laps
What the hell were you thinking? Get out of here!

First published in Creatrix

my mother

my mother smells
like cat: tongue licking kitten;
like homespun: wool-grease, warmth;
like eggshell, like duckpond;
like ocean: iodine, fins;
like oils wet on canvas;
like tripe, like boiled cabbage;
like baked apples and ginger biscuits;
like slept-in ‘Tweed by Lentheric’;
like cold morning ash;
like yellowing paper;
like glass

First published in Creatrix

The baby getting smaller dream

My baby     He was shrinking away from me
I set him on his feet but he could no longer stand
He was growing smaller
I set him on his feet
but he could no longer stand
He curled up at the foot of a door
My baby     Shrinking away from me
I set him on his feet
but his legs gave way
and he sank
Curled up on concrete
at the foot of a door
My baby

First published in Poetry Matters 25, November 2015