Grand Designs

I wandered away off the main road
into the meadows that turned into desert
but not so far that I couldn’t hear voices call
my name in curiosity then in worry then with
frantic impatience and fear
I wasn’t far but just distant enough to be alone
and then kept travelling til I was far far from home
I made a wrong turn despite better advice
despite knowing all too well that this
was dereliction and vice
but sometimes you have to journey
away beyond the rules and the familiar
voices you know
sometimes you have to chance that
faith and foolishness are united in design
all their own
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Author: Politrixie

Politrixie the Political Mistress is a blogger, reader, poet and feminist. I am a mistress of mischief, an arty scholar and an Ivy League heffa.

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