WRITING THROUGH THE AGES
The first words crawled and stumbled, falling crookedly from her clenched
Unsteady letters teetered haphazardly, propping each other in untidy lines,
Pink tongue pointed, following each wobbly stroke with
self-satisfied sighs punctuated the heavy
pressure of the last full stop.
Racing, tumbling, somersaulting over each other,
Vehement cross (xx)outs,
Startling exclamation marks!
All the joy and all the pain of a teenager,
Life, hope and deep despair,
Dreams poured overflowing in her secret diary
Thrown one day into the flames,
Watched until the final,
intensely bright ember
Shopping lists, pencilled reminders of school meetings,
Work rosters for the tennis club,
Tick the appropriate box.
Yes or No?
Her very soul confined in neat business-like,
Sign on the dotted line,
Passionate paragraphs, critical comment,
Save the Whale!
Save the Forests! Save the World!
Books to read,
rambling letters to old friends,
Vows of love revisited.
Space to untangle the confused threads of family history,
Time to put her own thoughts onto paper,
Awakening the sleeping flower
To bloom in new fields.
The smudged script hobbled and limped, tottering aimlessly under her
Meaningless words crowded together, slanting lopsidedly down the crumpled
Frustrated tears silently stained old memories,
A remnant of defiance carelessly scrawled a flamboyant signature.