I wrote this verse during my first hospital admission, two weeks before I was to turn 19. The structure and language are self-conscious, embarrassingly so, but it held enough truth for one of the ward sisters to keep a copy. About 40 years later the same sister arrived to work the night shift on the…
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Guess what? Lockdown has me beat. I am weary of reading about it. Exhausted by the hot air spouted by those leading the charge against it. Fatigued reading about the fatuous excuses of the rule-breakers in power. Dog-tired of the defiant rule-breakers and their ‘no-one can tell me what I can do’ attitude.You probably get…
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With this year’s theme “Mental Health for All” in mind, my focus today is ‘Reaching Out’. Over the past week I’ve shared my poems about my mental health, social attitudes to mental health, and medication.Today is about asking for help, finding my own positive strategies, and about survival. Alone, not lonelyWishing you nearI consider my…
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Peering above the parapetnot an awful lot to seethe little I see is awfuland nothing to do with me. Fake news, the only tale in town –cheats and lies and alibiesrough-shod rides, swift changing tidesnegating the already down. Turning back from the parapetwrapped in awe of my own spacelimitlessly intimatemanufactured natural place. Physical isolation is…
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Things are changing. Trouble is I don’t know when or where or how.I wonder how many of you feel the same. So I’m sharing one of my recent images, walking round in circles. Round and round the garden … Through the changing seasons and the changing weather I have walked around the same space in…
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Out of lockdown doesn’t mean running wild.
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marilyn unmasked 