One Poem: Birthdays by Philip Ivory

Birthdays—-                                                                              Philip Ivory

You can celebrate your birthday in many ways:
You can lie in your cot with puckered face
While outside open-top trams clang down to the centre
And your father bikes with a rose to the mother and child;
You can be treated to creamy cakes at the end of the war
And reject them, they’re too rich for a stomach
Bred on dried egg and wheat-flakes like cardboard;
You can jump a few years and be a naval rating
Out drinking beer with his mates at a succession
Of crowded bars in a German sea-town,
Later to be assisted aboard the homeward bus,
Staring at the stars.

You can mark the day as time and mood see fit:
This year I sit in this exam room considering the frowning faces
Of solemn girls crouched over creaking desks;
Whispers around the room implore me for tissues
For more paper and quiet explanations of knotty points;
Tonight we are going out to eat at a little place in the Good Food Guide
Where you have to book a day in advance
For the privilege of eating small amounts, beautifully cooked,
With plenty of elbow room.

 

Written …………. June 2 1977

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About poetryparc2

Here goes: I write a bit of poetry, sometimes about poetry I find and ditto any sort of books I take a fancy to. I seem to have a preference for seeing the changes from the late Victorian period through to the 1930's, maybe 50's. But, and a big but, could carry that right up to current poetry/performance poetry. Though sometimes my grounding for 'imagist and Nature' might unnerve me for too much too modern. However, I do like to range widely over all 'historical' poetry, and fiction, any and all periods. I also like finding (if only for me) regional or partly forgotten poems and poets. Maybe all this is too eclectic to have a themed 'Blog' but so be it....... I also enjoy writing bits of fiction that might add up to a small mole-hill one day. Plus reviewing of new or old books that are relevant to my enthusiasms of Crime fiction, the Arts, Natural History and Special Education. This is on 'wordparc'. I try to record honestly what I think but if something is too bad (to my mind, others may love it!!) then I will not 'blog' it There, what's that if not seemingly random!
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