vitruvian woman hmmph

Angst in pants

If in layers be
The soul of depth
Then in what tangle
Are you wound
That like a kite
You soar unbound
Yet what is that spindle
That pulls you so
And from your freedom
Holds you back

Grandmama’s boy/ nani yaad hai

Oh kindly soul
Awake you’ve rowed
So long
Now sleep
I will take you ashore

For ma —

My mum
And me
On a bus

My mum
The loveliest
Creature on earth

I pick at
Earthworms
And she
Gently reminds me
They’re not
To be carried home