Find the space to run away. Open
into the wider shore. Let us go.
Strike out. Allow the muse in to
dream of a life alone. Mistakes
before and after, let you travel
through the lessons you build.
A confetti of ideas,
love trapped in a floating pollen
blown on a breeze.
This was slightly different, in that it was inspired by a single thought that was too complicated to explain so it became a poem. It was written while I was spending a couple of weeks in County Galway – one of my favourite places in the world.