Twice this week
I spoke out
When I saw things
That felt
Not right
I said so

Admittedly
I did it on
Facebook and Twitter
Spoke through the screen
With written words

But even that
Took courage
Because one is afraid of
Trolls
Lurking out in
Cyberspace
Ready to pounce
Mock
Belittle
Deny

And reading
Posts and articles by
Miss Representation
And Everyday Sexism
And Eve Ensler
Have inspired me
To be courageous
And let my voice be heard
Even if only on a tiny stage
But perhaps
Even if only to one person
It can make a difference
Then it is worth speaking out

Because
What if every single one of us
Decided/realized/embraced
That what we did mattered?
What could change?

The end.

Wandering around the
Real Food Markets
At Southbank
And eating fresh
And garlicky
Bruschetta
And a falafel wrap
And hot cider
And a chocolate brownie
For dessert
With a lovely
Kindred spirit
And relishing the melting pot of cultures
You
An Australian/Spanish person
Living in London
Eating
Moroccan and Italian and English foods
With a Russian/South African/Australian
Who lives in France
And you think
This is precisely
The life
I wanted to lead

The end

Raleigh scattering
Thou art my favourite
Of all scientific phenomena

The end.

Thank you
Mum
For your generosity
And looking after me
Even when you're
Far away

Thank you
Skype
For keeping me connected
With my boy
Even when he's
Far away

Thank you
Raspberry sorbet
And white chocolate shavings
For your deliciousness
And taking my troubles
Far away

The end.

Cry
Like nobody's
Watching

The end.

Today at work
We had a bake sale
To raise money
For charity
They put up bunting
And balloons
And laid out cakes
And "cake pops"
And biscuits
And brownies
And sold them 
For £1 a slice
And it was festive
And fun
And hilarious
To see grown ups
Excited by mounds of 
Permitted sugars 
It bought a welcome change in routine
And bought people together
To share delicious treats 
And that's what life
Should be about 

The end. 

Today
I went house hunting
And discovered an area
Of London
I have not yet frequented
And stumbled upon a jail
And a depressing park

I went for a run
And it hurt
But I did it anyway

I met a lovely Australian
Who is having adventures
Because her passport was stolen
And we shared dinner
In my favourite
Covent Garden haunt

I went to work
And met a young boy
Who had bought his
Soft toy crocodile
To the show
It's name was Crockie
Which we agreed
Was a very suitable name
For a crocodile
By interval
The young boy was yawning
He giggled and looked sheepish
When I asked if he thought
Crockie would make it
To the end of the show

I walked to Green Park
Because the stations
Closer to the theatre
Were packed with people
Out enjoying a Friday night 
I passed no less than three people
Sleeping on the streets
And wished there was more
I could do

Sometimes there is negative
Amidst the lovely
And sometimes you
Just have to breathe
And keep on swimming

The end.

Roasted potatoes
And carrots
And celeriac
And celeriac soup
And rice and lentils
And hummus
And salad with tomatoes and avocado
With a world leader
Talking positive
In the background
Make for a delicious morning

The end.