surviving - I thought - on instinct.
There I was, emblazoned in light
singing to words I hadn’t learnt
In a plot I knew nothing of.
Carried along with the first night’s
Escaping from my cliff-edged nest
before my wings had strength to fly.
blossoming before the winter’s
So when the theatre lay hushed
and swirling winds coughed me up and
rain bled into clotting knives, you