authorship is a birthright

I remember the birds I watched from the window

when I lived between the books

the freedom of creation spoke to me

in dewy mornings at preparatory school

libraries still remind me of a time where education had 

a softer way of

love - the will to write 

found me, as my friends felt 

around for their first passions in accepted discordance

I mourn the intimacy 

of meeting your purpose before 

you realise that the world was as big as they said:

but big enough to restrict, 

big enough to hate,

big enough to cast shadows

it is a serendipitous thing that the swallows

showed me shadows

were nothing to fear but

 a sign you’re living a story to rival

all creation 

with your beautiful signature 

the world is wide enough

for you, darling

please live by your literature

© Mollie Mardel