I was just having tomatoes on toast with my friend Wendy and boasting about getting someone to pressure wash my paths. Wendy Chinese whispered it into a stunning first line and look what happened….a poem to complement the boarding school paintings of late.
Credits to Wendy Newman for imaginative misconstruction and thanks for the toast!
There must be a song here?
Thanks to all of you who have been leaving such warm, supportive messages. You are the ” hands at my back”.
“If I could pressure wash my past
What would it be
Which part would take the blast
Would it be me
If I could pressure wash the past
Prise off the surface dirt of years
But would it hurt
And what would it bare beneath the layers
and layers of compressed pain and hurt
The raw edge of things unsaid untold
The weeping of uprooted souls
The trampled bloom of innocence
Yes scrape away the past but do not leave me bare
to face myself without your hand
with nothing at my back
to hold me safe
to bring me home
to wash it clean
to catch my tears
to meet my fears
and let them go their way
No pressure in the past
Just wash it all away”