The leaves on the tree shimmer, catching the breeze, casting my mind this way and that. I have words circling my head, clattering around - flitting between memories and dreams. What did I have? What would I like? I want it all and none of it. It is all inside, cloaked in smiles. The sunshine cannot let the moon control the tides. The sea is calm, tacit; it ripples. Wavelets are origami ships. My dreams are beneath an ocean heart. Blue. Serene. ©Sarah Drury 2023
I have neglected this website for a while but will try and post more often. Here is a poem I have written inspired by the beautiful blossom trees at the moment.
I was watching my teen son sleeping, and though he is taller than me, when he is asleep he is still my baby!
I wrote this poem as my autistic son went on work experience this week in a cafe, and they paid him £4 so he was thrilled!
You come in clutching your pound coins - Four! Your face glows, peacock proud. The coins reek of dirty tables and overpriced food. People who maybe wish for a plate of chips not eggs benedict or a salmon vol au vent You edge amongst the punters, break your voice through the mirror. The glass slices your tongue, the autism a gash but they say one day you may even be 'normal' But why? © Sarah Drury 2023
I wrote this poem last year, after a special moment with my son last Christmas…
Wine It is civilised, beans on toast swished down with non-alcoholic Chardonnay. Generic classical music, Radio 3, Silence from lips often throwing flames and shrapnel. ‘This is awkward’ you say, sophisticated words, and we share a movie moment. You read a poem, and for a time, I feel Bohemian, and I forget that life is not art. © Sarah Drury 2021
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