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courage2bfree
Over 90 days ago
United Kingdom

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Flight to London

I look out of the plane window and see famous land marks

Squashed like a sardine in a tin, tension mounting a women nagging  babies crying Once glamorous, now routine, air hostesses sweating in their square jackets. mechanically miming safety code; eyes fixed on sights unseen. Elbows close to our bodies tense a...

It is an amazing gift.

How strange is the way we cover space

An amazing gift. It’s a strange thing walking by putting one foot in front of another I manage to cover space and shift forward at a pace, this mechanical ability to stand on our hind legs. And view what is on the horizon. is an amazing gift.

A tarantula fell in my path

I find many scary creatures in my house in Mexico

A tarantula fell on my path blown from a tree, a Scorpion sped under my baby’s cot tail unfurling. my baby protected from its sting by bowls of water on each cot leg. a huge moth as big as a bat flew into my kitchen wafting is powder around. “We call them...

My Father

A portrait of my father.

He was not a man of earthly riches He was patient in his daily toil. He did his best to help my mother who imposed her will on him every day Although all week he was brow beaten when it was time to bless our meal he was the king of our little abode. And i...

The smell of baking bread

Memories evoked from the smell of baking bread.

Hot ovens, red faces, melting butter on burnt eager fingers Breakfast is waiting, warm bread for babies: lovingly cooked. Hearty meal round our family table, blessing and chit chat; soup on the boil. Queuing for sweet bread in a Mexican side street. Time...

Paris

A girl feels out of place in stylish Paris.

Paris. Walking down the Champs Elyse Parisian women skinny, elegant, stylish. I wear a cotton shift fine for working in the vineyard not for this sophisticated dance. Boyfriend’s cousins thin and whispy, strangers sitting on furniture; antique, dingy wall...

Rock a by baby

A mother wakes to rock her baby

I woke drowsy, my baby crying; reaching out I rocked her singing, to my small sweet babe, and my husband woke in my arms, soothed and surprised. I screamed, “you aren’t my baby!” Sleepless hours have made me hallucinate. “Aw rock me too,” he pleaded But I...

The Cruet Set

I wonder when did I stop being a child.

The Cuet Set. This winter afternoon my grandson, Rowan, asked to play with my salt and pepper cruet in the form of two people arms open to be hugged. Yes I said but be careful don’t bash them together And I will sit with you whilst you play. I was struck...

Mum They Said I Killed Jesus

A girl starts a new school in the countryside and experiences prejudice for the first time.

Mum they said I killed Jesus I said as I came home from school How can they say that I’m only eleven What would it be 2000 years ago and I am not free To say I am different And play with the guys Who grew up in this Lovely countryside.   Go back and tell...

Broken

A woman, trying to shield her friend, is attacked instead.

I was an 18 year old, chaste, taught in my culture to marry, pure. I prayed to be a good wife andcherish a happy home. My friend asked me to keep a man away from her who she knew would drag her back to a pattern of her life before. Marion is busy this eve...

Ruby Lola

a poem for my newborn granddaughter Ruby Lola

Ruby Lola Ruby Lola what a wonderful gift you are; welcome to our loving family you are such a bright star. Sleep your innocent sleep, content to know that you will be ever cherished and loved as you grow.

Subconscious Reality

A memory of having to train as a fashion model.

I woke up with the words Corpuscular, vicarious In my head. And there I was again Teetering on a precipice; cat walk; artificial reality. I had dreamed of art school A minute globular particle A lymph cell in the sea of creativity swimming with vitality I...