Edgeless
Today I lack spark
charmless as plain biscuits
sharp as a butter knife
in a doll's house.
Then it hits:
my God I've lost my edge
not even a match
for Miss Brodie's chrysanths
each articulation
a barrage of bum notes
dull as a bell buried
halfway up Everest.
Today you might as well know
I'll have nothing to say.
Paul Waring is a retired clinical psychologist from Wirral. His poetry is published in Prole, Atrium, Strix, Ink, Sweat & Tears, London Grip and elsewhere. Awarded second prize in the 2019 Yaffle Prize, commended in the 2019 Welshpool Poetry Competition, his debut pamphlet Quotidian is published by Yaffle Press.