Are You Lying To Me?

They used to say to me,‘For the smartest girl in our yearYou really are the dumbest bitch of them all.’They would say I’m too easyBut not in that way.They knew they could lie to meAnd I wouldn’t be able to see itBecause a brick wall laid between my shinning eyesAnd their second face. A bank

I’m Waiting For

I’m waiting for: The sun to peak over the horizon.A single bird to sing over fields. Petals of a snowdrop to replace the snow.Lambs to bleat for the first time. My feet to be reminded of softness of grass. Trees to protect me from the shade.The air to be a sea salt breeze. Cornwall fudge