Hi 🙂

My optional prompt said:

“Today, taking a leaf from Elhillo’s work, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually?”

I can feel a bit of emotional turmoil coming on…

My ‘reality’ lies in a place far from here

(That I carry around every day)

In a flounce of blonde curls

In the twirl of a dress

In the unfettered rapture of play.

My ‘comfortable’ lies in the accepting smiles

Of a generation I still miss,

In a record’s crackle,

In the stories and songs;

In the slow and muted Sunday bliss.

My empathy mourns at too many graves.

Borne too early, it’s said from ‘misdeed’;

The silt of their follies

The sting of their regrets:

All that potential joy gone to seed…

In a church wrapped in mist, sits a being of light

(Who is male, because that’s what I craved)

He sees only my good,

I’m fin’lly understood!

He just loves: needs no deference or slave.

What do you feel are your roots…?

Meet you back here tomorrow to see what new poem originates from my keyboard!

(Yes, I am definitely missing my biros and pencils, but I am having to speed-write these as the kids are off…so it is straight into type at the moment!)

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