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Michelle Tiddy

Staffordshire, England
Michelle Tiddy
Staffordshire, England
Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Judged

Rating: 5.0
Slugs and snails and puppy dogs tails
Vanilla smiles and strawberry pails
Lots of faces laughing at me
Is it malice, in their eyes I see?

Feeling like a lamb to the slaughter
I climb the steps to the alter.
Of life where I am judged
By those who don't know me

Stirring, twirling, the cauldron claims
All my youth, my heart, my veins
On a stage where the audience hides
Cruelly taunting with vicious jibes

Feeling immeasurably lost and stupid
What more could I expect from myself
The tendrils of smoke rise from the pot
And engulf me until I melt

But my saving potion will surely be
Rising, thundering, right out of me!
For I may be silly and naive, but never ever
A crumbling child on their knees
Michelle Tiddy
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COMMENTS
Marci Made 27 March 2007
Well the strength and indomitable spirit of you shines in this piece, Em crumble, absolutely never.....This is fascinating sweetie. marci.xo
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Declan McHenry 27 March 2007
An intriguing piece Michelle.
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David Taylor 27 March 2007
Dignity, strength and poetry, you should be triumphant! love from David
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