In the middle of love


in the middle of love

in the middle of life

in the middle of London

what am I to do?

I could do a fuck-lot worse

than being



the middle

with you


We are in London for a dear friend’s wedding … Prompt:  Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. 


Ten Years

Wedding photo

You build a life with someone

Half thinking you might go back…

And try again

With someone else? Or alone?


You live a life somewhere

With a semi-subconscious idea

You might return

To spend the time anew: the same years, but in another town


You create two lives with someone

And still quite often ponder

A different existence

If they weren’t around… as though you had the choice


But there’s no do-overs

There’s no need for turning back

There’s only me

and you. Us. Here. With them. The love of my life. x