At a recent PDP session with Cathy Grindrod I resolved to write more poems, so here’s one that came to me in Sainsbury’s car park recently.

I can’t remember when

The invisibility cloak went round us

The time the line was drawn

And I was to stay inside.


I think the shutting off was

Quick, humane

I never slipped the trap

Enough to feel it bite.


Now I jump the circle

You try to draw me back, but

The taste of freedom is stronger

Than anything you can give me.

(c) Becky Deans 2013

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I've always been a writer one way or the other.
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4 Responses to Freedom

  1. Hi Becky, this is a powerful poem. I hope you keep writing and that 2014 brings you all good things. Kindest, Rae.

    • beckydeans says:

      Ahhh. How do I sign up without signing up for BlogSpot? I like your current post a lot. I would love to go to Shanghai or whatever it’s called at the moment!

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