Writing has actually been pouring out of me these past few days, but part of it is being put towards a slightly different 'project', and the rest will be coming in posts shortly.
This isn't exactly a poem, more a thought turned into a piece, based on a choice, a choice myself and someone else took on how to react to a situation when many others, especially in a teenage culture, could have taken a very different path. I will confess it was a small matter in the long run, but it still touched me, and I ended up writing about it. I hope you enjoy it:
She turned to me, looked down to ground and laughed a little, uncertainly.
The general feelings we held in plump of heart were probably quite different
Yet whilst anticipation still hung in air for both,
Familiar humour was already strolling in, and we talked.
Bitter cool could have arisen in-between us
Hurt thrown in unleashed verbal spears with
Cackling self-preservation trumping everything, and
Jealous-ridden, triumph-smirking pen could have drawn
Huge angry spikes across the friendship.
It felt like that’s what they wanted.
Something, someone, some prediction out there
Sneering and calling out sour outcome.
They didn’t get it.
We went and understood;
Walked up to gates, unlocked and
Spoke sincerely, laughed;
Laughed blissfully in their expectant faces.
We even indulged in teasing what had tied us,
Exchanging some fond mock, some wit in that.
So there it was;
We stood together,
One genuinely, unashamedly confessing,
The other smiling, admiring her act.
Alexandra Shaw x