My poem 'McHappiness' was recently commended in a poetry competition organised by Leaf Books. It is due to appear in an anthology with the winning poem, the two-runners-up & the other commended poems.
I have just been informed by Leaf Books that the title of the book will be Balancing Act and Other Poems. As soon as I have a publishing date I will let you know - just in case there is a teeny-weeny chance you might want to buy the book. I have had a sneak preview of all the other poems & feel privileged to be in such esteemed company. There are some truly wonderful poems in this collection.
Daily administration of the prescribed oxalate
has caused the electric juice of happiness
to pool within your synaptic clefts. Re-uptake
is now minimal and your recipient cells
have been flash-flooded with 5-HT. Soon –
one more week perhaps – your darkness
will lift. The words treacle, futile and pit will slip
from your consciousness. Ligatures will manifest
as rafters and black dogs will slumber
in their kennels. Your mornings will be cock-crowed
in soft summer yellows, your nights sparkled
with argentine. Winters will be gladdened
with lux, tragedies will become comedies,
slums palaces as you rise up from the valley
of Baca. Fully loaded, you will be lifted by dancers
and flung heavenwards. You will shrug off traumas,
laugh at funerals and, when you no longer need me,
I shall wait for you, sealed inside my silver clip.
Should you get messed by the world again
simply press my bubble and push me out.
Feel the slick of my curves, the drag of my glaze
in the tube of your tongue (remember –
nausea and diarrhoea are common at first
but beware of rashes and fits).
Soothing as a sugar tit, sweet as Hoffman’s
drops, I am your saviour: salvation-to-go,
your Elysian torpedo fashioned to rattle
selectively in the pillbox of your soul.