10. CW’s poem to AL

Geology, by Chris Walsh

I was going to write a poem

comparing creativity with diamonds.

Geologically speaking

both the result of great pressure

beneath crusts of normality, domesticity,

the world as it appears.

But I can’t relate to diamonds.

I’m not a girl,

And my best friend..

Well, we hide away don’t we, as we get older.

We have too much wake to explain

In the time left.

But still, I like the geological metaphor.

Our parents are oceanic plates

Rucking against each other,

Spilling you and I

Like hot lava

Where they break\