Borrowing Time

Weeks seem to slide into each other so quickly. Working full time, with a lengthy school run before and after, steals most of each weekday. Weekends go by in a single breath and there is always something to be done. Sunday nights are when it hits home and the mental preparation for Monday’s alarm starts. I’ve barely had an hour this week to write. I was so disappointed with myself on Friday and Saturday night as I was too tired to read or even revise any writing. These are the two slots I have to make something out of words. I’ve had a lot of ideas this week: about how those of us who speak, who tell our troubles, are deemed to be okay and how wrong this assumption is. I’ve also thought of lots of questions about my childhood: why was it so silent? Why is asking ‘why’ such a challenging thing to do? I’ve drafted the bare bones of a poem on the subject.

I’ve enjoyed reading more Hannah Lowe poems this week and I really appreciated the reply to my email from John Foy, whose poem Unlocking the Incredible Power of Small Stones I wish I’d written.

We went to St Bees briefly on Saturday and to Eskdale again today. It was sunny and warm here (for a change) and the mountains were green and lovely. The cyclists were on the road on mass – 3,000 apparently – for a competition. It was slow going. There were lots of people out cheering them on. We walked in Giggle Alley (yes really!)  and saw the Japanese Garden.

I read an article in the paper this weekend about a renound poet’s life – how he writes solidly within the school hours and submits poems every 2 years. I really long for this luxury of time. As with everything it’s a question of money. I do wonder how long nursing is sustainable – both mentally, physically and financially. This 1 per cent pay freeze is having a huge impact in real life (bills, mortgage, free time) and I am not at all surprised that nurses are having to use food banks. Almost more significant than this though is the feeling that giving your all to others is neither recognised by those in power nor understood. How can helping people through the worst challenges human beings experience be so chronically undervalued? What is more important that minimising distress in another person at their most vulnerable?

I think the organisers have done a great job with the line-up for the Kendal Poetry Festival in June. The trick is to have something to look forward to. Always.

 

Author: kittydonnellypoet

Kitty Donnelly was born in Oxford in 1979. Her mother was born in Cumbria, of Irish origin, and her father was born in Newry, Northern Ireland. She has lived in London, Cumbria, Swansea and Chichester. She had poems published in Acumen in 2005, as well as being long and short-listed for several poetry competitions. She was also published in The Samaritan's Anthology and by The Forward Press. In 2007, she took a long break from submitting poems after having her daughter. In 2016, she has been Commended in the Southport Writer's Circle Poetry Competition, long-listed for the Canterbury University Poet of the Year 2016 and has had work accepted for publication in The Dawntreader. She currently lives in Cumbria where she works as a psychiatric nurse.

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