Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Easter Saturday

Into the blue dawn of birdsong
comes crashing my life
my debt
my loneliness
I've said it
surrounded am I
by beautiful beautiful
My life though
that debt overwhelms
future overwhelming
My life crashes through the blue dawn of birdsong
I must crash through my life
Or be hanged

(Taken from Notebook 23rd April)


Jennysmith said...

Very moving piece. Easter really is a funny time, isn't it.

Bless you xxx

Stigmum said...

Thankyou Jen. Yeah, it surprised me how bleak I felt surrounded by my son and his cousins, a fab bunch. I've also been thinking of you alot recently, reading Kate Atkinson; her writing style reminds me of yours!! Bless you too mamma xxx