New Dawn Writing

we have been corralled at last

four minute warning?

we had been excited, a day at the beach!

Looking at the grainy image of my sixteen year old self How I wish I could reach out to that troubled soul and whisper gently in her ear 'life is..

catch the balloons they are full of your kisses

A poem about the general strikes in 70's britain when the street lights went out as school children walked home

post apocalyptic in a leisure centre

I thought I was free then they sent me to school and rules

snapshot

narrative to a parent

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