How Did It Feel, I Ask Myself Poem by james watkin

How Did It Feel, I Ask Myself



How did it feel, I ask myself
To breathe in, as a child
Face-flush, a rush of freedoms
Intoxicatingly wild?

One big escape! I tell myself.
A runaway slave's gain.
Til in dry clothes'need, hot meals'
Homeward would crawl again.

Thursday, October 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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