Some place real

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?


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

Elizabeth Challinor