Poetry

Through the Looking Glass

Hard working woman
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The day starts before
the sun rises
Getting ready for the
long day ahead
She showers still
yawning
Wishing she were
still in bed

But breakfast to
make for everyone
Getting the kids
ready for school
Her husband dashes
out
Forgetting his keys
the silly fool

And suddenly the house
is still
Not a sound to be
heard
She bathes in the
peace for a moment
Knowing soon it will
be her turn

And off to work she
goes
For a few crazy
hours a day
Before heading
home
To prepare dinner and
a table to lay

Oh she dreams
of more!
Those dreams
screaming
Wanting to be heard
all the time
But for now she will
carry on dreaming

One day she will
have her day
All will come
to pass
Until then
though it’s all
Through the looking
glass

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Darren Greenidge

I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life. I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones. Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible. My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love. I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''

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