the same as I did last year

scaring myself

surprising myself

reminding myself

salford girls can soar

showing that this woman

has more than she ever imagined

or bargained for

 

don’t expect me to turn over a new leaf

cos I’ll be springing into summer’s warmth

whooping through autumnal days

there’ll be no kicking of heels

when I’m kicking up a snow storm

 

don’t tell me to make resolutions

that reach for the skies

no, I’ll thrust deep inside souls

cradle hopes in my palm

hold breath til I hear bones moan

then

and only then

will I turn Crier

and proclaim beyond town walls

Oh Ye!   Oh Ye!

 

don’t ask about my new year’s list

for I refuse to be fenced in

by tick-boxed constraints

and wishy washy pantomime claims

i’ll fly in the slipstream of this year

feeling the thrill of the unknown

grabbing friends not yet met

telling stories not yet told

 

when this year has flown

i’ll pass go

with gusto

 

join me?