Post your poems in the comments or email info@patrickwiddess.co.uk.
You can also hear the poem I wrote in response to Will Ford's prompt on the last podcast.
Here's another of Mab's poems you can buy her book Poor Queen here.
Wonderland
“I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.” – Lewis Carroll
Let curiosity be your guide.
Let the dark that dwells inside
Dare here. Let go of fear
As babies do their mother’s hand.
And at your feet: a doorway, now.
A smiling mouth. Step in. Slide down.
Let yourself be swallowed whole.
Inside, all your life, you’ve yearned:
Eat me. Drink me. Let possibility
Open wide, consume the you
You thought you knew. Sink deeper.
Fall. Let go of all and, like that ancient
Fall. Let go of all and, like that ancient
Apple, land. Rise up, then. Stand.
Your naked flesh on newborn feet -
Tentative. Teetering. Testing
Soft soles on an old world’s teeth.
Your eyes, unpeeled. Your heart, a seed.
Prepared for an adventure, here,
Prepared for an adventure, here,
That’s furiouser and furiouser.
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