Jo Bradshaw
25th April 2015 — By JoBradshaw

Tensile Bonds and Things

For my mum who has been unlucky enough to break her arm playing catch but who is nonetheless wonderful. I seem to have a problem Not the kind where You go and see a nurse A therapist Or ring a hearse Not a problem with sanity Or even mild depravity I just seem to have […]

For my mum who has been unlucky enough to break her arm playing catch but who is nonetheless wonderful.

I seem to have a problem

Not the kind where

You go and see a nurse

A therapist

Or ring a hearse

Not a problem with sanity

Or even mild depravity

I just seem to have

A fairly insignificant

But nonetheless worrying

Problem with gravity.

Just the other day

I was picking plums

At the top of a ladder

Made entirely of rungs

Held together by strange forces

Tensile bonds

And nails and things

When there was a slight fluctuation

In the position of

My centre of gravity

And with startling alacrity

I met the ground with a force

Roughly equal to, say,

Oh, seven hundred newtons

Or thereabouts.

And at that point I

Politely wondered

Whether many other people

Had this fairly insignificant

But nonetheless worrying

Problem with gravity.

Or perhaps it’s just me.