Wednesday, 20 March 2013


Always scared of falling, I clung on
Holding fast to anything that seemed secure
Eventually, it all gave way
And I dangled, desperately bracing
Against the inevitable screaming descent
Of my solid body to the ground

Finally, I jump
(Having exhausted every other option)
But instead of the expected terrifying hurtle
I’m caught by a gentle upward draught

Stunned, I discover my weightlessness
And the total absence of places to land

All further struggle rendered unnecessary


  1. I like your poems so much, Fiona. They tell the story in the best way.

  2. Thank you, Malcolm. Really glad that they resonate.