Our poem this week is from Katie Grant a.k.a Isadora Vibes who's debut poetry collection 'soak' is a visual exploration of pain, passion and the human state.
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Wheelbarrows
There are two
Propped against the wall
Left by builders
I so wish to take them
Right now in this silence
And grab a stranger
Ask them to race
Down to the square
With no cares
Or fears to lose face
Let us play
Set out a course
To run and run
See who can maintain
The equilbrium
Of metal against stone
Break free from our homes
Remembering festivals
And times in the sun
Where all that we sought
Was a space to peg and pitch
In any old field or ditch
Our home of canvas
Was a castle
Impenetrable by elements
Or fears of a virus
Ignorant in our bliss
Yearning for a pilled up
Face fucked kiss
And this is what I miss
Freedom to run
Push my body to limits
Previously unknown
Now there are only curfews
And lost weeks, months, years
When will we meet to say cheers
Cramped together
Knees touching
With no apparent fears
No never I say.
Not this year
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