you say I’ve left my mind behind
say what you will, I do not mind
no more will I be undermined
by your unmindful state of mind
I’ve mined my mind and now I find
I haven’t left my mind behind
my mind is fine, so please unwind
those twisted wires in your mind
you think I’m mad? well never mind
remind me, if you do not mind
whose is this mind that you’ve maligned?
that’s right, it’s mine, it’s my design
do what you will – malign my mind
but do you mind? this mind is mine
you must have left your mind behind
to think that you can change my mind
your kindly offer I decline
you’re welcome if you redefine
your mindless doubts about my mind
so if you will, please undermine
your mind’s designs upon my mind
©Jane Paterson Basil
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Serenity sits in the corner of my living room, always well dressed and immaculate. Silently she gazes unseeing towards the cracked mirror on the opposite wall.
She doesn’t hear the manic muttering or the frenzied shouting of my daughter, high on a drug which has again sent her scuttling into psychosis.
She is blind to the scrabbling scuffle as to keep my sanity, I have to push Tammy out through the front door.
She doesn’t engage in the conversation when the police arrive with their kindly questions, reassurance and advice.
But she is there and when they leave, her passive peacefulness washes over me, making me calmer, wordlessly reminding me that to her, the mirror is not cracked and nothing is broken.
Serenity, wearing my cast-off clothes and shoes. Serenity, my beautiful statuesque mannequin.
© Jane Paterson Basil