Thank you to my cousin, Ben Wain, and to Marianne Arnot for naming this poem I wrote at our writers’ workshop!


The light plays

I play with light

light envelops us all

and ensnares us


I hide

in the lush velvet curtains

of the mind

I get lost in my bed


Here in the emptiness

Light cannot get to me.

(c) Becky Deans 2014




About beckydeans

I've always been a writer one way or the other.
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