Free I stroll up to the branching waterfall; work done, I need fresh air and to be free. It takes so long to find one’s second self, it seems, and there you are, a friend and free of negatives, who tops me up on tap. Your love’s an ancient waterfall, a free resource of life that brings me to my senses, always there, flows from the hills, the free and purple-hearted mountains, deep in clouds, where ponies, wilder creatures wander free. I tumble in your love and, smiling, know you’ve given me permission to be free.
Simon Fletcher is widely published and has performed across Britain and in Pakistan & Norway. He’s read his work on BBC Radio Shropshire & the BBC Asian Network. He runs poetry writing workshops in green spaces/ places and MCs the monthly online Virtual Voices event. For more go to: www.simonfletcherwriter.com