Poems

A NEW YEAR REVOLUTION

The gates stood wide open on New Year’s Eve,
so why she held back is hard to say…
and by the next morning they’d slammed back shut -
an adventure not taken had slipped away.

Always risky to stray from familiar tracks,
she’s mostly travelled alone:
but by putting up walls and closing her eyes
she’s developed a heart of stone.

And if that stone’s not to block her path,
for a glimpse of something new,
fix the hinge of the year to revolving doors,
swing them round and scoop her through.