Sunday Lunch

Sunday Lunch

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen
"

We live, mostly, in an insulated world

"

Sunday Lunch

Within apple pie

memories

with Birds Custard

applied and trifles,

I stand reminiscing

on stews

and mince

and Sunday roasts

my mother made.

Deep inside,

my hunger

is for more.

It begs answers

as to my flaws,

my frailties.

The reasons I may not

be free.

Attachment theory

be fucked,

I never felt your scourge.

But why is it

despots still rule

at home

and abroad?

Why is it money and power

talk?

and humanity takes a back seat

still?

 

05/12/17

 

© 2017 John Alexander McFadyen


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As much insular as insulated and we are all at times guilty. Perhaps it is the nature of the beast, an aberrant gene programmed into our blueprint to ensure survival of the species, which is now turning the tables by ensuring we turn away lest we become caught in the misery.

jacob said it better, but my words echo his.

Beccy.

Posted 6 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

6 Years Ago

I think you are right Beccy. many thanks.
we are protected until we are not...and then we find ourselves in a very cold, uncaring world.

j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

6 Years Ago

I think you relate to this Jacob, many thanks!

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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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Well, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..

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