walking home i was drawn
to the tumbling brambles
by the radiant demise,
life's flamboyant fairwell

i found myself
amongst the twisted hawthorn trunks;
the imagined shelter of my childhood

i want
to pretend to be a child,
pretending to be a creature
shirking responsibility, reality;

I remember the joys of jumping
from scaled summits
beds of purpling heather
break my fall;
running up again
my heart bursting

I want
to climb trees
to run down corridors of sweetcorn
blithely forgetting
in the ecstasy of innocence
the peril of loving
too freely, too much


(8th Nov 2007)

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