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penny broadhurst |
Penny Broadhurst is a writer and performer, based in Yorkshire. Her new spoken word album, Blue Bank, is out now and includes both straight poetry and tracks with music and FX. She writes for the page and for live performance and thinks Art in all its forms should be about communication.
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I can’t get in again –
The brass key won’t fit the top lock
I phone you, then sit on the cold step and cry
You’re coming back for me
You’re coming home
Somebody’s coming home to me
I measure out the minutes as I wait
In imaginary ice cubes
Curled up next to the cat I’m not allowed to love
I ask you all the time and I tell you all the time
It’s like the way I check my watch every five
I need to know it’s all still there, that I’m all there
And yes, sometimes you’re all there is
But don’t be scared
I turned my face once so we could kiss
Everything changed in a slip of the tongue
That’s why
I put the toy mole over your shoulder like a baby
Your green eyes softened
Like chocolate in a bain-marie
I’m sorry that I try to recipe our lives
I just want to know that it’ll turn out fine
You said:
“I love you, even though I’m in a mood.”
I think
I might melt
I use the obsessively hoarded details
And over-state the obvious
To put in the pieces round the edges
The big picture and the overwhelming feeling
I can’t pretend to understand
All I know is, somewhere in the centre
You and I are the awkward pieces
But we fit, we fit each other
We’ll be OK