An Enid Blytonesque Commentary Hobbles Commonsense

An Enid Blytonesque commentary
hobbles commonsense with
fantasies and imagined realities;
feelings transcending evidential
intelligence are cobbled
with sinister renderings, yet

there is no escaping changes
in our connectedness. You
know them better than I.
While I struggle day by day to find
anything friable in the new,
all-titanium, autonomous you –

you say you need no supplements
nor interventions to aid changes
wrought by ageing, the emotional
swings are gauged by what you feel
in a Worldly here and now not by
how our relationship is managed.

We have no maligned history you say,
my antecedents coped I can too,
these happenings are neither untoward
nor strange. Please refrain from aspersions,
it is nothing to do with you;
– if only that were true…
© I.D. Carswell 2006