Solution

Choosing to withstand those baleful days
whose menace would cast aspersions
on my love for life

I will disguise the grinding of my teeth
by chomping raw pasta
for breakfast, dinner and tea,
then gaily hang waterbags on the washing line.

If, as I am pegging out,
there is laughter in the snicket,
I will believe it is with me
and belly back wholeheartedly.

In these considered ways
I will stay active,
keep my stomach lined,
confront paranoia,
and, hey ho, the flies will not bother us this spring.

Lily

From this stricken bridge, our pickled Lily
is a ragged and a snarling twig
stuck fast between grey stones.
Whilst all around
cross Eddies feud and weave,
she brooks her gall, suspended.
.
Who knows, should snagged forgiveness
truly rip and run again,
the river, reprieved, may turn to smile,
and Lily’s spoiled white lips
would twist and split: a pretty boat.
.
Her veil, pulled low to save that petalled face,
could raise into a hopeful sail
and pistilled spirit bend and dip
to fast row Lily, blemished but aglow,
to steep her days without bondage and regret
in turbulent regatta.