Alisdair L R I Hodgson is a Scottish writer, born in Caithness and raised between the grey streets of East Lothian and the grey fields of the Scottish Borders. He received a joint BA with Honours in English and Philosophy from the University of Stirling in 2017, where he will soon complete an MLitt in Creative Writing. In 2018, he is publishing pieces of poetry and prose with Stryvling Press and Bandit Fiction amongst others.
Alisdair L R I Hodgson
I lie back and tease
the worries from my head.
Watch them float to the ceiling,
bounce in their bubbles
and drop like thought anchors
into me, exposed
on top of my covers.
I reach out and touch
the churning air in-between,
churning with silent strokes,
beating the distance from me to others:
best friends, family, lovers.
But, here, as ever,
I am alone
and at peace with that
Under water, air, silence and laughter
I live seen and unseen,
waiting, always, for one to reach down,
grab a rope and take up the tension,
pop the bubbles,
not blow another.
Sitting in the stall, scanning the wall and door,
feet five inches off the floor
There’s keyed lines and fissures
like the crack above the porcelain
And there’s the weekend’s match score