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NOTE FROM CULPEPER COMMUNITY GARDEN IN LONDON

tea cake

Note from Culpeper Community Garden in London

Sitting
On my lunch break
In the public garden
Feeling blue
Because work is busy
Because I don’t know
Because it’s autumn
And the leaves are turning
When a stranger
In a Harrington jacket
Asks to swap his banana
For my Tunnock’s tea cake
And it’s bizarre
Because I was reading a poem
About fruit
And I laugh
And say yes
And peel the banana
And realise
I don’t feel blue
Any more

THE BANANA SKIN

One of my recent aims, as mentioned here, has been to write gift-poems for my nearest and dearest. Here’s one that I gave my friend Dan Harding, based on a true event.

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‘The Banana Skin’

for Dan Harding 

Of course you told it deadpan,
as is your way, as if nothing,
in fact, had even happened,
(although I’m sure you enjoyed
the irony); but I was struck
by the rib-achingly funny
you’re-having-me-on
ridiculousness of it: you,
stepping down into the gutter,
wiping out like an amateur surfer.
Slapstick. I bet you stood up
instantly, all smiles, sheepish,
and straightened your glasses
on the bridge of your nose.

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I wish I’d seen it. I’ll have to settle for a poem instead. Dan owns the anything-goes-and-everything-brilliant record label Stella Mortos.