I'm a Poet and I don't know it.

 This may be a fleeting thing, who knows. But there are some things I've written that I want to save and have available. Going with Beccy to an open mic poetry event got me thinking about my own writing. I want to have it written down somewhere, for me, for whoever, able to be saved and viewed at my leisure. So here goes nothing.

Lunchtime Ramblings

I wanted to be a child, up to my knees in the cold water,
dappled sun on my skin searching for the smoothest, prettiest rock.
A prize to hold onto, that would be forgotten once at home.

I wanted to skip from rock to rock,
each surface peeping above the chatter of the water,
sun drenched and warm to touch.

I wanted to lie in the most still, deep pool,
floating with the pull of the soft undercurrent, becoming one with the water,
a sprite or its goddess.

I wanted to explore the riverbank, looking
for fairies or nymphs always playfully out of sight.

I wanted to leave them offerings of sweet things to coax them from their hidey holes.

I wanted to laugh, throw my head back and be free in my joy.

I wanted.

Michaela Sheehan
January 2017

This was published on an old blog a few years ago, what better place to start!