A Broken Reel

Licks of deep heat
Redden relaxing skin
Tired throat apprecietes this rest,
The collection of what’s important
Is interrupted by
Frustration snapping peace

The reason for lying in heated ground
Under the first revelation of summer;
Queued too late, but shouting
To make up for lost time
After flood-boredom beat
Rain of closed roads
And cancelled gigs

A broken reel.

Written whilst recording with my old band on a forced break, because the reel-to-reel player broke. trying not to get too frustrated we sat outside and did our best to enjoy the sun. This would be the last opportunity of recording some of our songs before we all headed off to different universities. Also the summer of the floods in Gloucestershire, which had caused about 4 gigs to be cancelled.

Written: Summer 2007


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