A New Poem by Aline Page
The phrase that became the title for this poem came up in Nigel Summerley’s recent two-part interview with Aline Page… And Aline almost immediately produced this…
COMPOSTING SHIT
Transforming, transplanting?
Entrenched fears,
Ideas stuffed there
Years ago, lying fallow
Beneath Snows of innocence.
Pretence that all’s well,
Softly, flakily faced, buffered
Yet harshly sculpted within,
Twisted and pinned, immobile,
Wanting to scream;
Break free, run, released
From harm’s way,
Able to stay in one place
Long enough to feel safe, rooted.
With a peaceful apple-core centre,
Rosy cheeked and hearted, behaving
‘normally’, acceptable in ‘thy sight’,
Not a transient, truculent, difficult ‘child’.