The Trickster Talks of her Tears
I wake
and, for no reason
other than life itself,
my face feels like
it’s made of tears,
and they creep
along the insides
of my eyelids,
like rain shifts across
a windscreen at speed,
but somehow
they’re only ghosts
of frustrations
I cannot, or will not
meet at dawn,
and so,
they remain folded in,
unborn, and pressing
to cause the hurt
behind my eyes.
This is a simple trick
tears can turn to
if they are not
entertained, or given
licence to trickle.
Susan Taylor has been weaving words since she was 16 when she left school. She has nine published poetry collections; the latest being La Loba Speaks for Wolf, released in 2022 from Bx3. See her website for more details: www.susantaylor.co.uk