[Poem] Thorn Tripping

Table turning,
This place of foreign
And in you walk
So god-like
(whatever that may be.)
Through ripples and Crossroads
We make it again.
As you begin to relapse,
Into the mould
That we once took.
Through danced upon,
Fate like chance
Our time runs up again.
To another time, whatever

(c) Shelley Blake, 2008

About the author

Australian poet and freelance writer, Shelley Blake has been writing from a very early age. Some of her work has been published in magazines that include The Program Melbourne; Inpress Magazine; The Skinny; and, The Ranfurly Review.


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