Sometimes……
my salivating mouth becomes quite wide.
An itching foot comes hurling from inside,
boofing an arrogant provocateur
right in the their ego bound, tweeting mush……
It would have been so luscious
if I had been born a demurely,
mouse voiced woman ~
but no, I am here with my noisey self
a cacophoney of colours and words
held back for far too many tear stained years…..
Now I am sixty one, I shall hang my voice
on my rambuncious foot …….
wear the much spoken of purple
AND rattle that wretched walking stick
along the railings on the outside
of my lifelong cage of sweetness…..
OK then,
just sometimes, if I must.

‘Passion Burst’ ~ Flick Cook.  Painted 2011