I write about everything and anything. I write to express. I write to inspire. I write to entertain. I write to educate. I can't imagine not writing. I have written ever since I can remember being able to write. I have written diaries, poems, raps, songs. I have written short poems and long. I have performed to small and large audiences of small and large people. To write and to share is essential in life...my dedicated website to my work in poetry can be found at www.rapnrhymers.com.
The Science of Our Baby
Kay Walton 2009 She started as a thought To make someone from our love Who could be loved And grow. And that thought became a bundle of cells Dividing and subdividing, A miracle of mathematics and chemistry Each cell somehow knowing what to do How to multiply and become An arm, a leg, an eyelid, a fingernail A tongue, a heart A human. And even then, before we could tell He from she She knew what she was An x chromosome from her mother An x chromosome from her father If he had provided a y, She would have been he. And then she grew Inside me, As unconscious as the me who was growing her. My body was performing miracles every day That no school had taught it Feeding, nourishing, growing this new life My body was perfectly doing what scientists struggle to do With their formulae and complex chemistry. If you showed me the scientific method For making a baby I would shake my head and say “You’ve lost me, I don’t understand. I could never do all that!” I have trouble making something That looks like a person Out of clay or plasticine… And that’s just one material. Don’t ask me to make all the components Of an eyeball, or a mouth, or a hand, With no equipment, No materials And no instructions. It can’t be done. Not by me anyhow. You’ll need to find someone Who knows what they’re doing!” But my body knew something more than my mind. My body had no doubts No fears No anxiety. It knew that this was what it was made for With the millions of eggs stored up Since its creation In my own mother’s womb. And I had to trust it to do this thing To create this child. Just as I trust it to breathe and digest Without my mind telling it how. Nature knows That this first stage of building And growing Was best left out of my control. I’d probably have tried too hard And messed it up! But I knew I needed to get ready I knew that she would soon Be delivered into our conscious arms And trusted to our conscious minds To care for and nurture. A tiny, unique, human A little girl Our baby. DAWN CEREMONY Kay Walton 2015 A semicircle of shadows Sitting By the edge Of the edge Of this world. Stars, above, dancing Between the cloud Silhouettes That drift Silent. As the morning Begins to breathe It pulls the song From the trees. The curtain of night lifts And the land takes form. A single voice Rises to meet the new day Singing it into being Crying it to become. She sings the sun She sings the birds She sings the sea mist That lingers over the land She sings those present She sings those past And sheds a tear For the beauty of being The beauty of becoming The beauty of feeling the passing And anticipating the emerging. She sings the world awake A milkarri for all things new All things old And something within me stirs With the first birdsong. She is waking me, Singing me into being Drawing my image Into the land Into the sea Defining me within my own heart Cicadas and flies zip and buzz Waking my ears And as the sky turns from yam To sea-surf A kookaburrah flies low Over the escarpment Above our shadowed heads Waking our smiles And welcoming a semicircle of women Sitting by the edge Of the edge Of this world. (not) LOSING YOU
Kay Walton 2019 I may lose my car keys under papers on the table I may lose my jacket, though my name is on the label I may lose the wisdom of the message in a fable But I will never lose my love for you I may lose spare coins through a hole worn in my pocket I may lose your image if I misplace my treasured locket I may lose the flat earth from the window of a rocket But I will never lose my love for you I may lose my friends if I send an angry text I may even lose my patience when I feel perplexed I may lose every moment as it flows into the next But I will never lose my love for you And when the sun is setting and I'm losing daytime fast And the clouds are rolling in and in and blue sky will not last And the sails of My Beginnings flap, tattered, gainst the mast And I'm struggling to recall the memories of the past And I doubt I can continue And I've pain in every sinew Because of all I've seen within you I'll still believe in you And I may lose the stamp and not have time to send the letter And I may lose my brolly and get wetter and much wetter And I may lose all hope of the future getting better But I will never lose I will never lose No, I will never lose... ...Oh....... |
The Wrong Path
Kay Walton 2018 Do you remember the time When we took the wrong path? Turned left, when right seemed More certain, Disobeying reason and defying the chill wind, Preferring the pinching of cold on soft fingertips To wearing sensible gloves? Do you remember that day, When the smudge of blue sky Opened up grey clouds And for a few brief hours The sun was almost free, And walked with you and me Along woodland paths? As I recall, A blinding white circle of light Burnt through the aged haze, On that day, Slipped through the haw’s thorny grip And illuminated the sideways lean Of broken branches. It could not be held back, But ran ahead and we had to follow Alongside the catch-me-if-you-can rush Of river water And past the snowdrop sentinels, silent and still. Glancing up We caught the kestrel’s spitfire body As it glanced against the breeze And we climbed old trees Laughing at their gnarled and weathered forms. “Run!” you shouted, “Don’t hold me back! Don’t stem my flow Don’t dam me So I stagnate! Don’t cut me down! I will not be a fallen home for emerald moss! I am alive!” I smiled at your defiance. And loved you for it. WATER BOTTLE FLIP Kay Walton 2017 Spin, flip and stop Spin, flip and stop Spin, flip and stop Spin, flip and… Flippin’ ‘eck! Would you just stop Flipping your flippin’ Water bottle!? Maisie’ll go crazy If your flippin’ bottle Bonks her on the head And if instead It hits the ground And the contents spill out Don’t doubt You’ll be the one Clearing it up at breaktime, Son! So will you just stop flipping Your flippin’ water bottle!? But I can’t stop flipping My flippin’ water bottle, miss! And don’t dis me Cos the challenge is on. And although gravity is strong My powers of forcing Angular momentum To turn the mass Of the water inside The plastic bottle Are stronger! And the longer I practice The better I get at knowing What volume of water Spins the best So the bottle comes to rest Upright, Stable, On the table. You see I wanna be able to control the mass Of rotating liquid So the centre of gravity Ends up to be Pulling the bottle down onto its bum And neither you, nor my mum, Who also gets distressed By the mess Made by inferior bottles When they split Or when a lid with a lose fit Pops And the water slops All over the furniture, No, Neither you nor her Can stop me wanting To experiment With fluid dynamics. Because I love to mix The flick of my wrist And the energy stored in the core Of my bicept With the concept Of making a bottle of water Spin, flip and stop – dead! Spin, flip and stop – dead! Spin, flip and stop – dead! Not rolling around; The unpredictable mass of water Carrying the bottle Where it oughta not be. I want to see it dance in the air Turning like a diver or a gymnast With flair and control Before the whole energy Of the move Comes to a sudden And perfect Stop. So you see, It’s impossible! I can’t stop flipping My flippin’ water bottle, Miss. Well, Now you’ve explained it like this, I understand. But could you at least Resist The urge to flip Until breaktime has begun, And you’re out In the flippin’ playground? Alright, son!? |