Hands and Knees – Written Wednesday 22nd May 2024 (Aged 49)

Hands and Knees

battered by four strong winds –
there,
on my hands and knees,
looking for friends,
eyes though,
they are sunken,
as if,
they are a north star chained to my sun
you can know,
that i was well turned –
on the lathe of being young
hope,
anchored to solid fitting plates
and an iron will,
that slowly bakes
i have, at times,
being hunted down
and found myself adrift –
on an cool expansive lake
and i have been battered by storms –
that with no good reason,
rage around me
they have pock marked my surface
as if,
they are the very craters on the moon
there i am,
on my hands and knees.
peeling off the walls just to find some room
dulled as i am,
by those majors and their dull marching tunes
it’s true,
i was sculpted by hand made runes

James Garratt – Wednesday 22nd May 2024

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