this imaginal space – draft

in difficult times of earthquake and flood
we looked to you for comfort, reassurance

but when we thought you looked away
we placed the blame at your feet
as if you acted deliberately
intervening in our world
to cause us harm

we burdened you, undeservedly
with our fears and hopes
our myths and theories



the hidden shine

standing at the sink
scrubbing rust
from a favourite baking tin
determined to reach through
to the hidden shine below

I can smell the brown stain
as my efforts shift the surface
the metallic taste becomes
almost overwhelming
like blood in the mouth

and I remember all those times
when I found the silver lining
hidden in the damaged and the dark


© Claire Griffin 2016