BUMPER TO BUMPER by David Partington

Vastness of a turtle neck wrapped around in swaddling plaid
Innocence is no excuse
Passing though I’m just looking
Going down the rabbit hole

Undulating common people, dancing in the disco

A small vastness Tardis like state, unbeknown but welcome
Last nights antics covered in grease proof paint

Still looking for the orange one


‘STILL MOMENTS CARRY WEIGHT’ by David Partington

The enormity of it all was overwhelming, stifling and petrifying, all at the same time, yeah, sounds dramatic I know. To feel like this is hard work, it’s not something you would choose and if you could take a pill to make it disappear, believe me you would. I lay on the warm damp grass down near the stream where I often played as a child. It had been many years since I had visited this spot, because since then I had kept well away- for good and bad.

Although the sound of the water was soothing, it also reminded me of darker days, days I had spent many years trying to forget. The area had not changed at all over the decades; I still recognised it all. Unlike other areas nearby there had been no development, this was due to the ground being so unstable, no developer, no matter how determined, would ever try to build on this.
Why had I come back here? Well that would take a lot of explaining, but I will try and be as brief as I can.

My accomplices have all gone now, mostly through drink drugs and –ahem- their behaviour.

Time passes– moving rubbish from the flats I once lived in, the store room must be emptied. Because of the humidity I can feel sweat beading across the top of my head. I reach the lift just in time to see it shut, I wait. Time passes– thinking, pondering, dare I say (I am) dreaming?

I have always wanted to go back twenty years (and down twenty metres), before this and that (mainly that), before I made decisions I now deeply regret.

Lying on the damp grass, I thought I heard the body beneath me move.

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David Partington is a well respected ceramicist and artist whose work can be seen at http://partingtonspots.tumblr.com/  He can be contacted through http://www.facebook.com/partingtons.pots

 


‘A FAINT ECHO IN THE VALLEY’ by David Partington

The valley stretched out before her, it had been a long time since she had walked up the now crumbling asphalt road, time had gone quickly for all around her. For her, time had stood still. A reflection of the past reflected in the deep dark pool that had formed in the valley over the passing years. Once heavy industry, mills, coal smelting, hot hard work had been prevalent here. Now the valley was a peaceful oasis with desperate developers hungry to encapsulate the area with modern atrocities, designed only for the wealthy.

Looking back, had it been a life worth living, was it a waste? A waste of time, effort, tears and undoing of the mind. What had really been achieved? It’s hard to say, who would judge? God?!
What if she didn’t believe? Did it still matter? Or is it up to her and her alone to judge her life and how she had muddled through?

She saw it clearly now, the past that is, not the present and not the future, purely the past. Living there was easier, in fact she had no choice. Others travelled through like tourist, only stopping for minutes or maybe a few hours. She couldn’t travel, not yet, not until she let go.

Love had once been the most important desire in the world, the love of friends, and somebody special, somebody to share the future with. Without them, the future would have to wait. She swallowed the smooth white pills with a gulp of fizzy water. The valley slowly drained of water as if she was drinking the time away. Darkness fell, then all was quiet. She may wake again but for now, she was in no hurry.

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David Partington is a well respected ceramicist and artist whose work can be seen at http://partingtonspots.tumblr.com/  He can be contacted through http://www.facebook.com/partingtons.pots


‘GREEN IRON’ by David Partington

Hemmed in by green rough iron
Paths leading in grid like ways
Sheltered municipal building with smooth red brick
Waiting for the orange one
November coldness with pockets lined with rich mud, richness for grape and grain.
Not uncorked but twisted metal
A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down
Not red but white easy on the eye and throat
Can you tell me how to get too?
A gaggle approaches made up of short and tall bold and mauve.
Tights pulled high over puppy fat disguising secret rings

Make-up not to cover just to enhance, no sin here yet!
Runes fallen to the floor spelling out the evening…………
Green jacket peace signs, seen more mud than glory
Shoe gazing fashion sense, melody making

Apprehensive but a new born confidence, shares a dram with me, no drama…
Listen as I should have, regretting something without the facts
Washed away now as roots pull through asphalt
Forgot? NO forgiven

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David Partington is a well respected ceramicist and artist whose work can be seen at http://partingtonspots.tumblr.com/  He can be contacted through http://www.facebook.com/partingtons.pots


‘ALL ROADS LEAD TO HOME’ by David Partington

When is it the beginning of the end? It doesn’t have to be like this, our own choosing and a lot of procrastinating develops through our days and weeks. We suffer too much for the want of others and the fear of being alone. Negativity is rife in this world, bullies and competition remain our greatest defeat. I am weak just like the next person, I see but do little to help, my eyes are open but I have no bravery.

Through mud, toil, shale and clay I walked, from thick smog to clear skies, through stenches of filth and poverty. I walked through cities of unimaginable wealth and the poorest of the poor. At first it was unrecognisable, so I walked on. Then a feeling though the deep uninterrupted part of my soul. I turned and looked a fresh. Paths once opened now closed, I walked through and around until I got my bearings. There, it’s there.

Opening up the door light creeps into the dark room, illuminating the contents of a life lived, problematic shortcomings invade my mind as I try to explore with an outsider’s perspective. The house had been built in the Victorian era, once surrounded by fields it was now hemmed in by buildings of various era and quality. There was a smell unfamiliar but not unpleasant, I walked into what would have been the parlour, pulled a dust sheet from the armchair folded the cloth and took a seat. Leaning back, closing my eyes and falling into a deep unfamiliar sleep. I was home.

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‘SPHERE’ by David Partington

A last ditch attempt at mercy
Leave it by the door
For aren’t we looking for peace?
A once round world turns into a sphere
I have no fight for you or you for me?
Latitude and straight lies
Unconventional truth is an hour away
When you go through that it’s not funny anymore
Time go go go
Gone
Ring me when you’re ready but not before

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David Partington is a well respected ceramicist and artist whose work can be seen at http://partingtonspots.tumblr.com/  He can be contacted through http://www.facebook.com/partingtons.pots