Sunday, 28 October 2012

The Risk (for Sunday Scribblings)

Take me
Come on
Don’t be afraid

Or one day
You’ll regret
When it’s all too late

Don’t take half-measures
But throw yourself all in

With a leap of faith
Great adventures begin

Monday, 8 October 2012


I’m not gracefully blossoming

Not softly mellowing

Nor transforming
Or improving

I’m breaking open
With loud cracking noises
Spilling blood and tears

Stripping away
Layers upon layers
Of masks and veneers

Through the dust and rubble
I recognise your face

We finally meet
In this imperfectly beautiful place