24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Just a Mum who writes when she can, does yoga when she can and reads when she can.
The hula girl dances
On the windowsill
Driven by the fire
Of the sun,
Passed, by the clouds
Racing in the wind.
She knows not why
She dances.
She will never feel
The earth beneath
her plastic feet.
She will never
Submerge herself
In sparkling waters.
She knows not
why she dances.
Hi all, this is my first poetry marathon or any other kind of marathon (although I used to eat them back in the 80s). I’m nervous I may have bitten off more than I can chew but really excited by this challenge.
I have written since I was a kid of about 7/8, but only recently had a resurgence having spent a lot of time parenting. I’m still parenting but just finding some time for myself too.