Cath Wills: Two poems


One hundred feet forest
high swaying sighs.
Charter my walk with a
librarian hush to shrink any self.
They can do without my issues
as I tiptoe below.
But know
I have come only to test
a have-to-have fear. Here.
Where the dense thorny gotcha’s
are of cushions and constants
and the inky dark shadows
are all keeps of a curl up.


Something is not right inside.
You’ve hushed it
in your shed-head
left beneath a frost- cloth.
The ghost-cloak that settled
on every tiny cell.
If you call it out
will it boo at your calm or
hunch your walk to work?
Might it twitch your sleep and
will you understand it
will they want to hear it –
how weak will you become
and who and
for how long?

Copyright © Cath Wills 2018

I live in Devon and have a busy life as a mum of three teenagers and working in a primary school. Reading and writing poetry has been my hobby for the past 10 years and I have also run several clubs and workshops encouraging children to explore their creativity through writing.

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