A random thought flared
Like the sudden bark of Delhi dogs in the middle of silent night.
Metal tinged with acid crimped her lips, drew her face tight,
Body corseted, breath stopped.
That one short thought stank like the must of dry rot.
Its sudden shock glowed white hot,
Clenched at her gut.
Just that one thought
Spiraled her into all those stagnant years.
Her audacity shrouded by fear,
A life lost in endless dullness.
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The 'end of the garden' was that in Isleworth. I moved from West London to South Wales in 2007 and now live in two and half acres of garden, orchard and paddock. It is utterly beautiful here, peaceful and green. So maybe should be called 'In the Midst of a Garden'
Traveller, dancer, choreographer, life coach, director. My work has taken me to India, New Zealand, South America, Sri Lanka and many other countries, learning how to be happy and purposeful. Moved house in 2007 to Wales, which I love and have recently built a studio for mindfulness and Qigong practice and teaching.
