Sunday 3 February 2013

Brambles




I wandered away from home
And
Found myself
Sitting
With soft focussed eyes
On a smooth bench,
Sheltered.

I was not waiting
For a bus and
Worried one would
Stop.

The rain fell
Slanting
As I gazed ahead
And could not separate
Past from present.

Across the road
Brambles grew,
Untidy,
Choked by fumes and
Fences.

My heart leapt
To see them
Stunted
There.

I grew them
In my mind
Until, luscious
With sap and
Thorn,
They towered and
Trailed
To remind me of
The time before
Tarmac, brick and greed.

Finally,
I left them and returned
Along dead roads
To where I
Had been
Staying,
But did not want
To turn the key
To go inside.
 
It felt like
Giving up.

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