A poem to connect to
Here is another poem from the Arvon course I wrote about here. If you’ve ever been hurt, this one’s for you. (One of my friends suggested I send it to TfL, which I just might!)
Yes, you
Who do you think you are
To pummel me like rolled pastry
And flatten me into forgiving?
To bake me so brittle that I crumble
Into insignificance you can sweep up
As you gaze dumbly at the TV
I will rise like you have never risen
Taller prouder, better
You wouldn’t believe what I can do
What do you take me for?
I am not to be taken.
Lucy Webster 