During a recent coffee with a friend we started to discuss our deepest held hopes and dreams. It is well known amongst my friends that I have always wanted to be a writer - yet the fear of failure has always held me back. My dear friend commented that the only requirement of being a writer, is to write! That was so empowering. Since then I have been following her advice and writing for 20 minutes a day. At the moment I am writing mainly poetry - much of it very personal - which I'm not yet brave enough to share. My favourite poets are Kate Tempest, Maya Angelou, Jason Reynolds, Megan Beech, Emily Dickinson, Benjamin Zephaniah ....
Memory of a New York Subway They were lime green Bright, Low-slung and hip-snug Smooth on the bum Flared from the knee A sale purchase from a High Street store. They fit me like haute-couture. “Notice me” they cried. And he did. “Fine pants man ” he said. Loud, To me, “Fine pants man.” Insignificant and unremarkable deemed individual, desirable Provincial, safe, overlooked now noticed. My sartorial compliment. Throw-away words from an urban stranger still remembered. “Fine pants man” he said Loud, To me, “Fine pants man” My age-changed shape Would overflow that low slung waist. Those seams could not contain these child-worn hips. Yet now I search each dust-topped case for that beloved pair, that made the stranger down the years proclaim “Fine pants man” Loud, To me, “Fine pants man”
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