Philip Golding

The Taming of the Fork Philip Golding

A 'curved ball' smacked me in the kisser; Parkinson's disease had left its calling card. Welcome to my poems that beam you up and boldly go where no Parkinson's poetry has gone before. Whether you are able bodied or disabled these verses will provoke an array of emotions and mix them all up then place it in a pocket of your heart. How could I help others understand how a disabled person feels, who lives life to the max, and has the same right to access all levels in this society? How could I put back some of the benefits that I have gratefully received? That is when I wrote my first poem 'The Taming of the Fork', one sleepless night on holiday with friends in Ilfracoombe. My Parkinson's has been enabling rather than disabling, which surprised me. I have been down to the depths of despair and come back laughing. Somehow my condition has made me a 'richer' person despite the changes that will inevitably come. JOIN ME BETWIX THE SHEETS WHILST MY WORDS PAINT PICTURES