3 March 2014



Almost perfect

Just a shade of doubt

Nestled in cold corners

Between what people say

And whatever it is they mean


Almost Funny

Stumbling blindly

Across the bridge of broken words

A murder of ravens

Provide a mawkish serenade


Almost dark

Just a touch of night

Sheltering in the heart

Nothing that can be seen

From the outside looking in


Almost aligned

To the insane demands

Of inchoate gods

Locked out of the house

Defenceless in the cold


Almost resigned

To the power that rules his fate

To bear unbearable burdens

To fall and pick himself up

Only to fall gain


*painting ‘Eight Ravens’ by Sophy White.