They didn't have to bring us here.
Leaving the vast and shimmering world behind,
we, tiny men with knotted muscles,
are sunk in a cage,
into the sunless world.
Like wild swans,
we bruise ourselves as we try
to fly underground.
The air is hushed like a stone.
With the potential to spark,
we rock in this forest of seams.
Nothing makes sense except pain.
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welcome back - hope you had a wonderful holiday? your latest two poems are inspirational and I could see the cage being lowered into the ground as I read your thoughts... Judyx
Thanks you for the welcome back. I'm off again, but work related, to Stirling for a week.
I'm going to be working on some new poems also, as I need to start pulling the words together for a collection that will be published in relation to the residency.
When it's all done I'll send you a copy. There should be a reading probably next year too.
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