Chris Hemingway

Chris Hemingway

Poet, songwriter, two published pamphlets (‘paperfolders’, ‘party in the Diaryhouse’)

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Waveney Valley

It’s been this way since the Domesday Book.

So convinced

no one would need ever take

an arrow in the eye again.


An arrow in the eye,

there are other ways to blind,

or to be blind.

There’s an exhibition of driftwood

washed up on the river.


Washed up on the river,

choked to shallows by uncut reeds.

They slashed the hospitals,

knocked on the doors

of the ill and workless


Ill and workless,

f...

The Bad Thing

The Bad Thing never lasted

As long as I thought it would.

It lodged in my subconscious

And Colonised my anticipation.


But in real time I realised

the Bad Thing could not last forever

and has no more stamina

than better things, everydays.

It’s only fuel

was the power I offered it....

Blood Moon

Blood moon

Covered by the sun

Red Shadow

Hovers like desert dust

Superstitious times

Bring strong voices

In the kingdom of the unrehearsed

We are all off guard

and frightened

Watching the skies

With pre- science eyes

Hungry for answers

For sacrifice

To know

It’s not our fault...

Firework Day

It’s Firework Day, the town is eager

Each year hoping Klauss will ignite

the Volcano Fountain.


And once again, astonishing sparks and trails

will fly across the square,

and we will reach upwards, towards the fire lanterns.


No-one will mourn, the grief that engulfed us

will dissolve

And Klauss will climb down from the church tower

As the bells in his head ring out once more...

Suspicion

The fingers of suspicion finished pointing

before the hands had started to applaud

the knuckles bared like teeth that needed filling

the nails hardly blunter than his sword


Her trust had not survived the last confession

It left a taste that clung to every word

And nothing he could do would stop the burning

Though it was undersaid and overheard.


The trouble with suspicion is it lingers

Hangs a...

We Moved To Different Rooms

When my Grandad had died

I said that we were coping

By crying alone,

sitting in separate rooms.

Facing each other after.


When your Grandad had died

It was one of the rare times

when you were real to me,

showing me your true feelings

Sadly unshared in family...

Piano Practice

I was 60

I wanted to do something new

To get a significant gift


And it looks terrific

Something to sit in front of in the evening

Quiet steady practices


As if


Where would that time come from?

Borrowed from unlearnt languages

Fetched from must-read shelves

Bought from quick contracts


But I’ve got a set of three finger chords

And some heavy reverb bass

I never thought it’d be Chopin

I can lose...

The Doubt and the Idiom Dictionary

Doubt (dowt) mythical English creature, half purposeful, half anxious.


Doubtful, doubts were said to have huge appetites, but little interest in pronouns or prepositions, believing them to be constructs of their human suppressors


In fairness, they also knew that humans who tried to suppress doubts very rarely succeeded.


Doubtless, describing a situation where a either no doubts remained, or po...

How To Heist

1st Alex

2nd Douglas


You’ve written a book?


Yes, it’s a quirky metaphorical self- improvement pamphlet


About bank robbers?


It’s not illegal if it’s a metaphor


Are you sure?


Technically simile could land you with community service, but metaphor is ok


Maybe you’d be sent somewhere that felt like prison..


but wasn’t


Exactly, so what’s the central idea?


Approach your life as if you were ro...

Change 24

2024

Blue walls are crumbling

How quickly the conjurors are melting away


2025

Budget papers leaked insiders

Not wholly true but close enough


2026

Half term Oranges

And other even more

cumbersome metaphors


2027

Blue walls are still dissolving

with toxic microplasticity


2028

Five years pass, sheep are grazing

in what seem mostly greener fields...