{"id":1673,"date":"2009-04-18T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-04-18T10:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1673"},"modified":"2009-04-18T10:00:00","modified_gmt":"2009-04-18T10:00:00","slug":"a-double-act-of-misunderstood-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/a-double-act-of-misunderstood-love\/","title":{"rendered":"A double act of misunderstood love"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is a double act, starting with a short prose poem Angel<\/span> by IS&T editor Charles Christian and followed by <\/span>Unravelling<\/span>, a response written by East Anglian poet Beverly Ellis. There is also a soundfile containing a recording of these two poems being read.<\/span>


Angel of the morning<\/span>

Later that morning she brought me satsumas and a mug of sweet green tea that smelled of toasted rice. The slogan on her mug read <\/span>I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered<\/span> while the one on mine said <\/span>I am not a number, I am a free man<\/span>. She asked me when we\u2019d meet again and I replied \u201csoon\u201d. At the time I said it, I meant it. But we never did make that second date. I am a free man and I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered.<\/span>

~ ~ ~ ~ ~<\/span>

Unravelling<\/span>

Stuffing the other arm down the sleeve of his jacket,<\/span>
he brushes the back of his hand slowly <\/span>
across my cheek,<\/span>

kisses me: <\/span>
                   once, <\/span>
                              twice,<\/span>

leans his forehead against mine<\/span>
for several seconds.<\/span>

I\u2019ll call you<\/span>, he says,<\/span>
lips resting on my eyelid.<\/span>

Then he\u2019s standing in the doorway,<\/span>
          one shoelace trailing…

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