| The sky is an endless blue Punctuated by cotton wool wisps Designed to emphasise its vibrancy. Birdsong fills the air jubilantly. The sun reaches down Embracing me with tendrils of warmth, Caressing me with the promise of summer. I am filled with an overwhelming sense of Guilt.Have I strayed too far from home? Walked longer than strictly necessary for my daily exercise? Joe Wicks had me sweating, shooting webs at 9 So that’s my quota Gone. This walk is an indulgence. Did I touch the gate as I passed through? The sun shines on above me. |
| A journalist for 10 years, Fran now works in marketing and PR in the education sector and writes as much as she can. Older writings can be found here: mightier-than-the-sword.blogspot.com |