Head to Head

Rowan started writing a poem last night:

Head to Head

When the sea is blue and nights are red together weel be head to head.

Unfortunately, she then realised she’d spelt “we’ll” wrong, twice (she originally spelt it “wel”), and threw a massive tantrum. She locked herself in the bathroom for half-an-hour, nothing we could do would coax her out. I told her that most of my friends can’t spell for toffee, in fact one of the worse spellers I know is Gordon, who is a journalist, edits a magazine, and has written three novels. It didn’t help.

I found the poem again this morning, hanging over a coathanger on my office door. Went for an early morning run, and the blue/red imagery dazzled me, as the sound of the sea sussurated. I extended the poem:

Head to Head

When the sea is blue and nights are red
Together we’ll be head to head.

When the sand soaks up things still unsaid
There’ll be you, there’ll be me and we’re head to head

When the red seeping out of the sun has bled
Fettered thoughts all fly free and still we’re head to head

When we both turn to comfort, to home and to bed
Sea and sand make us free, in our heart rolls the sea,
And together we’ll be
Head to
head to
head to
head to
head to
head to
head to head.