Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Don’t Let Yourself Down.
Once upon a short time ago, there was a girl with plaits so black she cut the tie with big chunky scissors believing it would bring her eternal silence. But it left her with nothing at all to distill her teaming thoughts. So she gathered her litter of locks and spun them into a spiraling lace that grew circles around her temple tall keeping her forever safe.
Most days you’ll find her growing tomatoes out the back.
(Clunk & Jam book, 2019. Drawing from Youth Focus camp, 2007.)
Put Your Dress Down .
Shame on you, and you, and you. Hiding truth. Not feeling lies. I lifted up – they put me down. I got gobbled up by cracks in frowns. Now I wear no silky touch. Or dish out shouts, it hurts too much. Duck for cover or run and hide. I bare nothing more than those who lied. Play in pages nice to look. Connect up pieces they once took. And when I spin maybe they’ll see. But it’s not for them. I dance for me.
(Reposted from 2011)
It’s Coming From The Phone Box – Can Someone Else Get That Please.
Footnote: For those days when you don’t want to fight anything – or save anything. There are so many things going wrong around the world and it’s natural to worry alot. But it’s also okay to kick off the boots, and gloves and hang up the cape and take time to restore. Or dream sweet dreams …..
Amelia Bloom dreamed … every street corner had a worry bank so everyone felt safe.
(‘Tardis’ reposted from 2009. Both appear in Clunk & Jam book, 2019)
Bob Dylan On the meaning of destiny (pictured Bob Dylan’s art) …
“It’s a feeling you have that you know something about yourself, that nobody else does. The picture you have in your mind of what you’re about will come true. It’s kind of a thing you kind of have to keep to your own self because it’s a fragile feeling and you put it out there and somebody will kill it. So it’s best to keep that all inside.”
(From CBS 60 Minutes interview 19th November).
Keeping to myself.
Parties, invitations and anything new sent her belly butterflies into an awful spin – as did the thought of hurting someone else’s feelings. So she came to the frightful conclusion that she’d be better off alone – but there was a creepy uncertainty about this great big decision. At that horribly nervous moment, a wise thought arrived … maybe all that was required was some time and peaceful quiet to think again, and again, and again about who she let in – and where and when she went. Pass it on – or keep it all to yourself…
(Reposted from 2011. Find her in Clunk & Jam book, 2019)
