Stop the Carriage
Fortunes forecast
Lucky charms

Poppycock bandits
Hiss
My name

In history
We slowly drove
Past the Setting Sun

And suspicious snake
Peeking sire
In a travelling house

The Dews drew eyes closed
Mists of tulle
Come forth spirit

With gossamer glow babies
Fields of fireflies
Crowning the Ground

A noble brow
Majestic century
Visible loveable

Concentrate cornice
Waits for eternity
Striking hands

A face appears
Swelling the roof
Cuddly crystal

Down
Down
Down

Odds
Stacked up
Beaming
Barely shut

A glitchy
Whimper
Rides into
The air

I shut
Eyes,
Limbs,
Hair follicles

Tightly wound
A tangle-orb
Of wires
Brushes toes

The monotony
Of the performance
Upsets an
Otherwise obselete overmorrow

Mislaying
The perkiness
That was
My signature

Dread flicks
My forehead
Fracturing
My profile

A cuboid
Holds the answer
In our core
Unsuccessful

Today I write
From a conference
Online
On Everyday Creativity

A spark has been ignited
I scribe furiously
Recalling familiar feelings
Of delight

At the small space
Between masses of self-doubt
Drinking the thrill
In the respite

My diary flips open
And my pen wiggles
Gleefully
A poem emerges

Weakly
But full of hope

These words
Which surge

Imagine a symphony
Only in your ears

If you share
Others hear

Radio static
Erratic

Representation
Only in your life

Non-existent
Outside

The most delicious cake
Only you bake

Everyone else is nauseated
Exasperated

At your inarticulate
Drowned sounds

An alumna now
Brighton months behind me
Creativity continues to be a question mark
Does it matter?
Elsewhere I have offers on writing courses
Fed up with the idea of precarious work though
Gotta be realistic…
Health is taking a bashing
Is it time to retrain or
Just work my way up the career ladder?
Kidding myself with doctoral ideas

Library work holds my heart
Maybe if I could not be
Nervous in the interviews
Or get hung up on thoughts of
Professional
Qualifications I could
Relax enough to find
Solutions to this constant see-saw
Typing my latest application to
Ulster University
Viewing my life in terms of years
Where I might sometime find my purpose
X marks the spot

Yearning for the end goal
Zzz