Welcome to April – which for poets means NaPoWriMo – or GloPoWriMo, in my case, as I’m writing from the UK. A whole month of daily poems and prompts. Join in. It’s a great challenge, and nobody’s judging you – and you will be giving more poetry to the world, and exploring your voice as a writer.

Most of my life is public –
I’ve been judged by Facebook;
I’ve played Candy Crush
in waiting rooms;
my body has been scanned,
and sliced, and probed, hands
delving in the secret spaces
of my torso. I’ve been
photographed. I am not proud.

I’ve told you most things:
I’m an open book. And yet,
in this early morning chill
clean light, before I boil
the kettle, the steam waking up
the day; with this quiet crafting,
this gently pushing sounds and
syllables into their place,
this building them into strange
architecture – now,
I feel as if I’m in another life,
an intimate life, kept safely,
wrapped in the quiet mystery of words.

8 thoughts on “Secrets

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s