Commissions

To live at all is a miracle enough – Mervyn Peake

He wasn’t a signwriter by trade –
These dabblers have other uses
A wartime false commission
to inscribe – For Officers Only

on lavatory doors was sufficient
for Mr Peake to steal drawn hours
and cross-hatch his written lines –
to give rise to Lord Titus Groan –

to see an Earl born under Arundel –
for Mr Peake to guide Steerpike
to towering observation points
below matched scowled brows –

before our artist set his slow eye
among Belsen’s drawn atrocities –
before his mind was drained –
Mr Peake was a miracle enough

Denis Potter at The Picture House, Uckfield.

I am here, hiding,
under the cover
of lowered lighting
and a backdrop
of
acoustic guitar,

with a heavy glass
of London Pride:
A tongue-end taste
which takes me
back to then, 1984,
as I try to read
‘Potter on Potter.’

But I play
other songs,
from old TV shows,
inside my
head: he wrote
(almost) musicals
and smoked.