Ian Mullins – 2 poems 



You haven’t been yourself,

she says. So who have I been?

Perhaps the creature who hides

behind my back and turns

when I turn, so I never

glimpse him but know he’s 

always there. You, of course,

neither know nor care

for this wild screaming boy, 

who would shoot out the moon 

and blind the sun’s eye 

for a bet. No wonder then, 

that when my wild shadow 

shows himself you find him 

mute and strange, beating odd tattoos 

with his claws on cold, 

broken earth. And if he could speak

what would he say but

 I haven’t  been myself  

for some time?





Time Out 


It’s hard work

being out of your mind:

all those words

tugging on your tongue

as though all your past lives have

re-incarnated into your skull,

and all of them have

too much to say

in too many languages

no-one speaks anymore.

Better here, drugged out

on the bench watching a game

that’s nothing more than

grown-ups playing at

being kids again; remembering

a time when everything mattered

but none of it was your fault,

when you could walk home

swinging your bat, telling yourself

you’ll laugh at this when 

you’re sad and old, when dreaming 

is just another way 

of kidding yourself that you’re 

really quite sane; it’s just 

the world that’s mad as a mouse 

chasing a cat to steal 

back cheese. Don’t they 

set traps for that?





Ian Mullins

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at

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