26 April 2010

Oh, that child beating time,
it beats louder for you,
You flee,
with fluttering tendrils; your billowing escape.
That restricted past,
your old decrepid life,
now left and forgotten.
Your deprived bonds have broken free...
A new rhythm moves you.

Amanda Jane Clowes 1985

This poem was written by a friend of mine I met at college. We got on so well, but sadly lost touch. I have looked and looked for her, but no luck. She was so talented as an artist and a writer, I keep my fingers crossed that she is has kept doing just that over these twenty years. I remember her giving me the poem. It fitted my life exactly at that time.

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