Kid, I Wrote Back

Apologies for the lengthy delay in my posting anything on this thing, have been tres, tres busy. Performed for the first time ever at a spoken word night on Monday (14th march). It's called Kid, I Wrote Back and is based in Bar Kick, Shoreditch. I performed a few poems I wrote recently, apart from one which is from quite a while back. These poems along with others I go on to perform will be posted here for your casual perusal. This is that old poem, which I rediscovered the other day...

Beneath the green tree

In the garden of the stars,
You were mine and I was yours,
And it was both each others, ours,
Beneath the green tree.

In the garden summer flew,
You killed me and I killed you,
And as we died I married you,
Beneath the green tree.

Saw us the golden lion tame,

And I hold not ourselves to blame,

But my time came and your time came,

Beneath the green tree.

The garden wilted, the earth was cracked,
You struck me and I struck you back,
And we saw red and we saw black,
Beneath the green tree.

Beneath the stars, beneath the sky,
As we fought I caught your eye,
And you were dying and so was I,
Beneath the green tree.

As the garden felt spring’s touch,

We weren’t yet done but saw too much,

Of green beyond our empty clutch,

Beneath the green tree.

When the wind smelt sweet again,

We let our wait delay to end,

And my time bent and your time bent,

Beneath the green tree.