Circle Of Life

"Wear these" he said, pulling them from the stand.

He'd bought her those yesterday, a peace offering -

round, colourful,

passive circles of metal, and plastic, and wood, and thread,

hanging from his extended hand.

She'd taken them quietly, picking them up

and feeling their weight,

pulling her down

encircling her.

"Thanks" she had said, a single response,

to all things unsaid -

the thoughts, buzzings in her head,

the sting behind her eyes,

the dryness in her throat,

belied by those circles.

Those pieces of wood, these circles of thread.

Running Race

“Run”, he yelled so I ran.
I ran like I’d never run before
I ran so fast, the wind,
It chilled my nose.
My fingers got numb
And my toes went cold.
I trundled along,
Rolling, huffing-puffing
I ran, and ran.
Throwing up little clouds
Of chalk dusted track.
“Run”, he yelled
It’s a race for one,
So I ran
And I won.