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courage2bfree
Over 90 days ago
United Kingdom

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A Fresh Start

letters that have caused pain are burned in a ceremony on a pyre

I knew the keys for my future happiness would be forgiveness; closure. I prepared a pyre, then gazing at the flames meditating on purifying, transforming through fire. burning the cause of my pain; the letters, one by one. First one lit; an heirloom of Mo...

The Rockers

A teenager is invited to join a gang of rockers.

I came down from my bedroom hideaway one Saturday morning; a week after I had been up rooted from my school and friends in Haslemere. I had been having trouble making friends in my new school in Kingston and I was sulking. My mum and dad were waiting to s...

The Mexican Village

A man overpowers a wild horse.

The merciless heat turned the earth to dust, kicked up by the horses and mingled with the sweat of his audience, men increasingly inebriated. He approached the bare backed stallion which kicked and flailed around. The smells around me overpowered; roastin...

A place of refuge

A child finds refuge in an abandoned orchard near where she lives

Four years old; I stepped into my place of mystery; of escape and refuge from an angry mother, and passed from a world of concrete and buildings to walk on earthy, soft, wild walkways between bushes and trees. There were nettles that stung you and dock le...

Hi, so what happened?

A woman cannot believe her sister has treated herself so badly.

Hi, so what happened didn’t I tell you to avoid this? How could you even begin to do this to your family, all our resolutions, out of the window. Standing on the edge of the shower tray I find myself staring into the falling water; and dissolving away rap...

eye glasses

I fall through a door.

How fragile is life not seen but listened to and felt. A delicate screw, that held my right eye lens, fell onto the tiles. Feeling my way with my feet, I saw the world through a blur. Weightless for one second, falling, I did not see the opticians’ notice...

New Beginnings

A young woman who is isolated in her hard shell finds someone with the keys to herself

It was the exhilarating time when the clouds were billowing and gathering for the storm, the trees swayed in the eerie wind and the air was fresh and cool; just like the weather I was used to in England. It was such a relief after the Mexican dry season....

At my mother's bed

I received help from my ancestors at my mother's death bed.

At my mother ’s bed an apparition of a swirling, unending, conduit of time containing the moment each daughter of my ancesters, kissed their dying mothers, in succession enveloped me and feeling embraced by these ancient sisters I received the courage to...

New Horizons

A woman takes the plunge to live in a new land.

I flew to Mexico. Better a path raw and new than loosing the chance to find a life I stepped out of the pristine airport into cicadas screaming Crows cawing Street venders shouting out green mangos. Short square Indians with embroidered dresses Serapes to...

The Swan

A tribute to Alan Ginsberg's poem 'Sunflower Sutra'.

  I walked along the banks of Loch Erne and sat down under the shadow of an Alder tree, to look at the sunset over Fermanagh mountains and islands and meditate. Jacques Jardel sat beside me on a fallen tree trunk, philosopher; we felt the same sadness of...

A week in the future

I was asked to write a poem as a conversation with myself 1 week in the future

REVISED -A conversation with myself one week in the future. But, hark, what is that clay upon your shoe? It is the clay of the graveyard where my love has ventured. Which loved one? Tell me While I tremble with fear that my life is possibly ending? It is...

Spittle Falls

A daughter recalls her fear of her mother.

Spittle falls Mother, you screamed And raged And spit fell From your lips I cowered before you helpless And afraid I could not run. One day you might transform my fragile stability by some miracle. And I would love you.

New Beginnings

Each day finds us on the edge of the future

New beginnings On the brink of the future I tentatively make a print on unsullied white virgin snow. Will I be able to take a clean, sharp, tidy route? No messy scuttles. No smudges or side steps. Straight onwards to the shining new future. What will it h...

Christmas Bugaloo

I dance around getting ready to cook for my family

Ooh ooh bugaloo I got to do some cooking And you have too. Ooh ooh bugaloo Stockings hanging For presents from who? Ooh ooh, bugaloo Somethings burning And its not cooked through. Ooh, ooh, bugaloo missing the garbageman who wants his bonus too. Ooh, ooh,...