Category: Miriam Miles Poetry
some days, (whilst drowning), a life boat comes not in some form of saviour,
i’m sliding out of a skin
Now and then, a pocket of time sits within my grasp,
21st Century Zombie
Homage to the 21st Century Parent.
“Life is like a box of chocolates…”
my fingers run the script word count front of mind time knocking on the door
she stands at the door and knocks, the Alice in her wondering at the adventures that lay behind it, her feet twitching in excitement for the slippery dip
sopping up the dribble, hands and feet, fretting over every drop, its stain on the floor, its presence
jeering a grin water-coloured crystal shimmer spindle-esqe discs spin
Scattered they are strewn confetti pieces of fragments
We are the Light Bearers, we carry firelight in our bones, our sinews resonate with its pulse, our blood dances to its beat.
Never before have I felt the pull so strong, to put pen to paper, declare I belong on the page. The written stage –