Poem: St John’s Villa by Chris Hemingway

St John’s Villa

I sat in your best chair,
unpaired, unmatching.
Unhunching
neck and shoulders,
as the minutes and hours
also unfolded.

You had come to need just one room,
kitchen, study, surgery.
And you claimed contentment, a sufficiency.

Through the top floor window,
a shared skyline.
Cruising cars attacking the ringroad,
hypertensive exhausts,
feral shrieking brakes.
All below, streets below.

As I listened, in your blue chair.
Guided through my past.
Led to the brink of an uncertain future.
With narrations, projections,
stories being told.

You get better now.
You remember.
You can do it.
It’s all still there.


Chris Hemingway is a poet and songwriter from Cheltenham.  He has a new pamphlet “Party in the Diaryhouse” published this year (Picaroon Poetry) and has previously self-published two collections on lulu.com.  Chris helps with the  running of the Cheltenham Poetry Festival, and the Squiffy Gnu WordPress/ Facebook Poetry Group.


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