Glitter In a Gale – Written Tuesday 25th November 2025 (Aged 50)

Glitter in a Gale

I ran away to the circus,
but
fell flat on my face.
Got caught
in an impossible race,
and my imagination —
my imagination —
it ran away with me!
And the run,
the run would not stop.
So,
yes,
I did,
I ran away to the circus.
And do you know what?
I felt consumed by the big top.
But then,
despite the crowds,
I felt so down,
and in the end,
they left me in a paddock.
And guess what —
the circus moved to another town.
Caught as I was,
with my mother in the round.
No more balancing acts
or those
high‑wire dreams.
No more… impossible collapse
or wonderful screams.
It’s true,
I ran away to the circus,
and to be fair,
that was just my way.
I bent down collecting lightning —
I thought it would help me
understand the words
I felt I had to say.
Just as my kindness
was caught in some kind of sway,
like glitter in a gale,
left as I was in that paddock.
But I left
before I became too stale.
Like glitter in a gale,
like glitter in a gale.

James Garratt: Tuesday 25th November 2025

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