TheFeatheredSleep – “let me show you”
Long before now
there was a time I did not write
could not write, would not write
I danced, I moved, I climbed, I painted
with our heads together like arrows, friends and I
toy rabbits, ladybugs, a glow in the dark star
would entertain ourselves with crayons and pastels
plasticine and Lego, wooden blocks, old socks, foil and glue
I built fortresses in the woods near my grandmothers
house where she looked out occasionally, a glass in one hand
erected camps in trees fallen in the storms
or beneath protesting furniture that wasn’t meant to be moved
turning into a gypsy tent, bedding, blankets, string
anything the imagination could seize and shake out into magic
I did not write
even then I felt
words were just words
so glib and easy
words like; ‘have a good birthday’ from
people staying absent
words like; ‘you know I care’ from
people…
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