Only when yearning takes me by the throat,
crisping my tonsils and closing my butterfly brain
to sensory distractions;
Only when the kernel sticks it’s cankered tongue
against my oesophagus, making it impossible
to utter ludicrous excuses;
and only when churning shakes my salt
into dismayed puddles, eyebrows registering ’empty’
and my mouth a capital ‘O’;
Only then, will I unchain my curried doppelgänger,
smell mingled sweat and adrenalin, blink in her surprised light.
And with a roar now – go on, roar!
Know how fast we will be away.
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Jane this was a well written and powerful poem. Something I went back and read outloud. Really terrific. >KB
Thanks for that, KB. It is therapeutic to be back here today.
YES! Love this Julia. Perfectly felt
Woo, thanks Audra. Good to see you x
Likewise Julia. I was excited to see you in my ” feedly”. You’ve been quiet
In the big world I’ve been horribly noisy 😉
I like that. And yet it stinks right? Oh how I crave stillness
Understood. There has to be a time and place to withdraw and recharge – even for a couple of hours. Will work on this one.
“Know how fast we will be away.” Gosh that is beautiful! It has such a Dylan-like Welsh lilt to it that makes it fall so sweetly from the tongue. Very, very nice.
Thank you, John, it is nice to be here with my friends and fellows x