Oh I have another 3 words kindly given to me by summerstommy2 please go and visit and say hello.
Scurry, polite, anonymous – again I twitch nervously.
Feet step on terracotta leading to the entrance
my chiselled wooden door, solid structure that holds
my life within and holds the world outside
it’s where I have my secrets; where my life is mine
to write to my hearts content or scurry ‘cross the woollen rugs
a cushion held and twirl to orchestrated music in my head
and if by chance I’m anonymous in this world where I reside
I take that as a blessing in-between the minutes of routine
for I have the chance to dance like no-one’s watching
to shimmy down the catwalk of my hallway, to pour a wine
and place my feet upon the table, if these are things I choose to do
and in my chase to find myself I shall ask the universe
but be polite of course to keep me whole , to keep me sane and
safe behind my heavy wooden door, that cuts out all I need
not know or need to care about, till I decide I need fresh air
and tread again
the terracotta steps
jmtacken Sept 2013
A little more SOC with this – as my muse didn’t want restrictions this evening.
**Please keep sending your 3 words, if you would like me to write something from your inspiration.
Ramblings From A Mum 