19th Century Blues by Stewart Swann

Another poem written by one of our Change Minds Norwich participants following our workshop with Martin Figura.

19th century blues

I  come from harvest surrounded by beasts
I,m  a mutterer a rambler
a teacher of nonsense
mania , mania , mania !!!
admitted to this asylam , this mania.
wandering the wards , the smell of fear ,
confusion and rubber gloves.
patients all around me and yet no friends.
they expect me to live and eat here,
this is not my home !!
I come from mind your own business.

 

by Stewart Swann