The View From Ladies' Rock .Up high on my rock I sit,The View From Ladies' Rock .
As close to the sky as I can reach, Longing for the wind to carry me away To some unknown place.
I look for the sun on the horizon But still these looming hills obscure my view, Rising up before me, A cage.
As I grow, it seems smaller still. My mind strives to break free, Ever expanding, Stretching its boundaries…
But even if I could fly, Leaden clouds have become a blanket above me, Suffocating.
I have broken my body digging, But the soft soil of the earth Soon turns to rock below me. &n
My MumYou are an autumn sun, falling on a forest of gold. You are a blowing bubble reflecting the sun - delicate, but refusing to burst. You are worn, comfy, sun-bleached sandals. You are a tall tree; firmly rooted, yet swaying, dancing in the wind. You are the playful glints on sea. You are a lark - always singing, ever hopeful. You are a daisy, opening for the hundredth time just as enthusiastically as the first. You are an oak chest, filled with pressed flowers and photographs. You are the warmest yellow and the richest orange. You are a golden beach, littered with smiling faces and happy lauMy Mum
Head in the CloudsMy existence was blessed. My days were spent gazing out of my castle in the clouds at the wondrous sky around me, nothing disturbing my quiet calm but the occasional burst of birdsong from somewhere below, carried up to me on a breeze. My life was the very essence of perfection. I was a child of the sky, solitary in this tower of bright steel and smoked glass. I often sat out on the balcony, basking in the unadulterated sunlight, or morphing the clouds above me into shapes in my mind, pausing only occasionally to ponder by what fortune I had come into this nimbus existence. I had nothing else to worry me. &Head in the Clouds
Monologue To DianaI lie in dark, all alone No one’s here and I’m not home For I, head buried in the sand Have escaped to a far off land Where peopele sing and children play And folk rejoyce the break of each day.. And then awake to the dark of my room To cry, once more alone, As I gaze on the moon For she, like I, lives life solitary, And sleeps, and dreams of dragons and faeries And of other lies, like good will and love, Or there being a god looking on from above No, I’ve come to realise we’re all on our lonesome So look out for yourself; don’t pay the ransom For some pMonologue To Diana
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