Gail left around eighy completed poems logged on our home computer. Here's a sample of just a few.

The space you’re not in 17.06.00

Being sane in a moment

Being sober

Climb down from the chittle chattle

A hush in the space

It’s then I miss you.

If I keep my head busy

And body this way and that

Well, my heart will dutifully serve.

Moment’s peace

Breath to itself

And it fills with the space

You’re not in.

I keep waiting for time to send you away

But your place just gets quieter and more strong.

How I miss you.  

Night Shadow 03.08.02

I awoke one night

With a terrible fright

With a shadow o’er my bairn’s bed.  

‘Wait’ said I ‘He’s not to die

Please take me instead’.  

I left where I lay

So my bairn could stay

And joined the shadow that night.  

We moved through the town

And came visiting down

Collecting beams of light.  

By the time of the dawn

It was time to move on

The shadow was now my friend.  

Back in my bed On leaving, he said

‘I’ll be with you till the end’.

Hangover 22.12.02

Someone's left an anvil on my head

Shards of glass strain pins

At the corners of my eyes

My eyelids have been planted

With wasp legs for lashes

And my lips feel as though

I'm now exposing an internal organ

I didn't know you could feel pain in your hair

My eyeballs need water

And my teeth are jammed

I think I've been spun dry

My nose lining's ripped

And my head's all unzipped

My ears have been folded the wrong way

Bits of memory jar

When they enter my bent head

Of crap banter and unfunny song

Cringing images shriek and drag a looming depression

My tongue's a shrivelled ballon

My brain keeps short-fusing

I'm in a dull confusion

Happiness and cheer

Have no place here

I'll never drink again