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Recluse
Once when I was a kid
a girl in my class told me
that one day I’d be
a reclusive writer,
that she could see me in
a cabin in the woods
turning out novels.
(Or maybe the cabin was my idea.)
I realise, now, how oddly right she was.
My life’s tension has always been
the need to tell a truth,
to hug the human race as if
it was my own father,
Saint Mary and Narcissus rolled in one.
a girl in my class told me
that one day I’d be
a reclusive writer,
that she could see me in
a cabin in the woods
turning out novels.
(Or maybe the cabin was my idea.)
I realise, now, how oddly right she was.
My life’s tension has always been
the need to tell a truth,
to hug the human race as if
it was my own father,
Saint Mary and Narcissus rolled in one.
Published 21st May 2022
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