Another exercise - we were asked to write a response to Eden Rock
13/02/24
Passing Through
I arrived slightly dazed
not knowing I’d been anywhere
though I knew I’d lost days
there was yet time to spare
These adults in familiar
surroundings and dress
their vision grew slimmer
as I paced through the grass
Were they the people
who lived in the cupboard
that I saw from the sycamore…
and yet they look troubled
The sky hurts my eyes now
but no comfort is coming
from this mother’s dark brow
or that father’s humming
Yet now he looks over
she extends a soft hand
and as life looses favour
the grass turns to sand