I’m really going for it today…posting as many poems from my collection that I can, considering the fact that (I am in the studio and meant to be working cos I’ve got a deadline…I am such a joker) I’ve got so much to do… Okay I promise myself, I will only post two more and then I’ll do some work (scout’s honour…ha)
Fear is a woman
All clad in cold
-which is her mantle
with ‘icicled’ folds
Fear is a baby
whose crawling is slow
whose teething is tearful
whose hair never grows
Fear is beginning
to do as one’s told
And never be able
To set one’s own goals
Fear is a haven
A haven for foes
-whose darkest forbodings
Are their shadows
© 1993
Oh wow…I wrote this in 1993 (kerching!!!) I was a rebel!!! (still am…nice) I must have been quite a handful…interesting (fear is beginning to do as one’s told…you ain’t telling me what to do!!…love it…really getting to know me…) It comes with a footnote but no way, no how…am I typing that up (text is too small…and I can’t be bothered)
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