‘A poem is an approach towards truth. But poems can be funny, witty, quirky and sly. They can be mischevious, tricksterish. Their truths don’t sound like the truths of the courtroom or inquest.’
Kathleen Jamie (Being Alive published by Bloodaxe Books).
Bloody men are like bloody buses-
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You’re trying to read the destinations,
You haven’t much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
Which set me wondering about the nature of ‘bloody’ women. What are ‘bloody’ women like? Delayed trains? Men always left waiting on the platform?
There’s also a very humorous response to ‘Bloody Men’ called ‘And Another Bloody Thing…’ by Claire Pollard. Search it out, have a read!