Windows & Doors
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My poetry is about observation and story-telling. The poems in this collection have been selected from a daily output written over the last year. The seasons unfold against a backdrop of local and international events. Scandal, debacle, the Jubilee and the London Olympics are juxtaposed with more personal histories. The words of participants and of detached observers, find the tramp in Hyde Park valuing the broadsheet for its thermal quality and the young boy experiencing his first football match just after the publication of the Hillsborough Report. The collection provides poems that are structurally diverse, but common to all is a truth seen from the perspective of the persona, both public and private.
Book extract:
Two Goths on the Tube
Sagging sadly,
Empty, devoid
As the numbing
Train tubed its
Way westward,
She leans awkwardly,
Sallow, glum,
Deflated. Reaching
Out, he strokes
Her hair. No flicker.
Dancing round her
His leathered arm
Extends grubby digits
To her face. Her
Clear complexion
Does not come
Alive. Eyes cast
Empty. His gestures
Lost on her. His
Sadness more
Palpable than hers.
The clanking train’s
Heavy-handedness
Echoing his soul.
Her unresponsiveness
Echoing the coldness
Of the steel tube
Encapsulating them,
Hurtling them forward
To their destination.
And I watch and think,
How melancholy love is.
–from “Windows & Doors” by Belinda Hunt