The same age as me when I left, no older,
you got in a stranger’s car with a new start
in sight, a friend’s arm around your shoulder,
steering you towards a life of which I was no part.
The rear view was blocked, I moved a little closer
to stand on the pavement, felt the drop of my heart
as I realised your childhood was already over
and the labyrinth of womanhood was about to start.
Kim M. Russell, 7th October 2020
Rosemary is back this Wednesday with a poignant poem by Cecil Day-Lewis, which I love. She says if she was still doing Wild Fridays, she would have to create a new category: Heartbreakers.
Today we are writing about ‘walking away’. Rosemary says it need not be a heartbreaker; we might write about a walking away that is triumphant, joyful, or a case of doing the right thing. We might be watching someone else walk away, or perhaps we are doing the walking in a new poem, or a piece of prose, fiction or non-fiction, with a maximum of 369 words (excluding title).