June 15^th 2013

I’m a member of the writers group Writers Without Borders and was persuaded to perform at the Celebrating Sanctuary event today. Celebrating Sanctuary is an event held as part of Refugee week each year in June.

This poem is one that I wrote virtually in my sleep. I’d write a verse and try to get back to sleep, then another verse, and another would come until the poem was finished. I then slept soundly. Now I understand that it was probably a spirit dictated one.

I haven’t written much poetry recently. I find it quite difficult to write poetry when my head is in prose. Does anyone else find this? Is this literary inability to multi-task?