Stone – 2007

Travelling to Leeds again I am struck
By how my horizons have changed;
Have shrunk beyond all recognition
My world, once blessed by love and
Alive with endless possibility; contracted
To painful and pain-filled within weeks
And now so small I hardly recognise it.

Once filled with light and colour
It has been reduced to muted shades
Colourless, but as secure as stone.
Though stone may shatter, few can move it
And I’ll defend to the death my life now.

About titflasher

Writer, blogger, animal activist, people activist, dream-catcher maker, mommy to 9 cats and a roving band of foxes ... Blog name comes from my father's suggestion for the title of my autobiography ... after my mother's and my awful habit of flashing whenever the security police took our photo in the dark old days of apartheid South Africa. I love nature, including creepy crawlies and people, find life fascinating and frustrating and have two terrible weaknesses - nictotine and animals in distress ... can't abide the latter situation and can't give up the former. I'm Pagan but not anti-Christian, funny but quite serious, light-hearted but can be annoying. I am warm-hearted until someone p*sses on me too much, then I get soggy and even. Feel free to link me but all the words on these pages is copyrighted, so copy it and take the credit and I will find you and slap you upside the head, hard. The blog is probably best read via category as there is loads on here already, and I just got started :-)
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4 Responses to Stone – 2007

  1. warriet says:

    another memorable last line πŸ™‚

  2. Alison says:


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