Some place real
by Elizabeth Challinor
To write from some place real
How does that feel?
I guess you begin
By resisting the temptation to make everything rhyme
Why is that so hard?
Time
Is no longer on my side
The banality of the body
The absurdity of propriety
The absolute certainty
Of death
Yours and mine
To write from some place real
Beyond sincerity, authenticity
Sweet treacle trickles
To write from some place real
Wringing words out of soaked sheets
Catching them in a bucket
Sprinkling them across the floor
Crushing them with my feet
Freeing new seeds
Standing motionless in awe
