It was a black dog afternoon.

I don’t usually post any poems but was just reading one by a young lady who follows my blog and decided to put one up for a change. The original inspiration for the poem came when I read that Winston Churchill used to suffer with depression which he used to call his black dog.

 

IT WAS A BLACK DOG AFTERNOON

 

I woke this morning in a pool of vomit,

on standing I lost my footing,

cracking my head upon the table

and splitting my lip on the cold stone floor.

It was another black dog afternoon.

 

I crawled my way to the broken mirror,

to see myself with a cubist eye,

staring back all black and jagged,

some one looking, it wasn’t me.

It was another black dog afternoon.

 

I heard a voice say take your medication,

pink first, then blue and white.

Stop shouting with your megaphone,

too loud, too loud, turn it down.

It was another black dog afternoon.

 

Some days the noise won’t go away,

sharp ones and oblongs too,

banging in my semi consciousness,

flashes are worse, I hate that sound.

It was another black dog afternoon.

 

I’m scared to death of bloody voices,

I need to shelter in my youth,

the only place where I feel safe,

snuggled in my blanket, warm.

It was another black dog afternoon.

 

The only way to escape the screaming,

is the solace of a Prozac haze,

more and more and more and more,

until the terror fades away.

It was my last black dog afternoon.

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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