There Are No Bears In Ormskirk
This week’s poem is a light-hearted one that I am delighted to say was published in Active Muse’s Varsha 2024 Poetry Collection, and which I also had the opportunity to read out at Wigan Pride this past Saturday. I did want to upload the recording of that here, but it turns out I can’t add videos to these posts directly, so I’ll likely be uploading it to my X/Twitter account and then linking that to the Press page like I did for my 2022 performance. But anyway, without any further ado, here’s the poem!
There Are No Bears In OrmskirkThere are no bears in Ormskirk
is a farewell as beloved as
I love you, as secure as
stay safe, don’t die, and
as heartfelt as
smell you later, bitches!
Each rings through the hall,
taking turns like dish-washing
and living-room-hoovering.
Our neighbours must think
we are mad; but, there again,
they are roused by Eye of the Tiger
at eight in the morning on weekdays.
Between us, the insanity is melodic.
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