I’ve decided I want to produce a poem for everyday in July in an aim to write more. Hope you enjoy.
1st Of July
I walked the paths of the Glen at three o’clock
Through the shadows of the trees.
Up towards the towers of the abbey
And the tired Cobbled streets.
I’m becoming a woman
I feel it in my bones.
The gnawing fear.
The mission of self-preservation from the sharp edged cold.
The constant battle for survival that haunts the old.