The ghost of myself is haunting my life

Category: Mum

The Poems of Baz McCarthy

These are a selection of some of Baz McCarthy’s poems. Most poems were written in and around Bristol.  He doesn’t like writing at home, he says he needs the flurry of people rushing or sitting around, doing or saying pointless things to fill in their lives…

He’s always been a massive people-watcher and eavesdropper, so if you see some bloke furiously scribbling into his Moleskine on the table next to you…

Completely irreverent and lacking any formal training or respect for anyone who has, he writes from the gut and the heart and performs his poetry in the same powerful, yet carefree manner!

This year, 2023, he’s performed aplenty, around Bristol, in places such as El Rincon, The Bristol Fringe, Coffee#1, Eldon House, Fat Goat @ Jafra and Grain Barge and the poems get honed by audience reactions (shout-out to the many lovely, enthusiastic, patient and welcoming people who suffer at my poetic hands!).

Also, some these poems may well have changed by now and even grown into bigger and better poems, although I’m not saying bigger is always better!

Gold velvet

A memory of my mother’s

A memory of my mother’s
Tiny me
Disappearing along the beach
To reach
Other people
Despite my over sensitive reactions
To other people’s vocal actions

“Where’s he gone now?”

I always thought I was shy
But the thought that is mine
Is just mine

If you could still see my little footprints in the sand
There and back
Running away from my family
To other families
Testing them out
To see if they fit
Better for me

Running away but running back
Because
Family is important
To me?… Read the rest

My mum’s feet

My mum’s feet
Writhe
So I know she’s alive
even though she can’t speak
except through her feet

Mum had a stroke but I noticed her feet kept moving

My mum’s empty bed

My mum’s empty bed
is my dad’s half empty bed

Wasn’t my mum and dad’s bed
Just A bed
for my mum
Just A bed
For A mum

Clean
Single
A mum
Replaced
By A mum

This is about seeing my mum in a nursing home and thinking about the empty bed that was left after she died

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