Ten is for

Ten items I could not live without

Softness – blankets, hugs, warm tea from worn-out cups
the way you look at me with curious touch
Sadness, days when paths turn into streams, brooks and runnels
twisting underneath the darkest tunnels
through which our raft built from scrap will take us.

Love – in all shapes and shades, in spruces evergreen
in waves which carry those who are ocean-shaped
Safety, not every day but in fleeting moments
where the unknown purrs and stretches paws
settles in front of the fire’s warmth.

Collision with the strangest people upon edges of the Earth
sunset bonfires, clinking glasses,
Courage to become a part of this world

Published by jennitiera

I'm a playwright & poet from Finland and in love with Ireland. My work is often beautiful and disturbing, and some of the writers I've been compared to are Suzan-Lori Parks, Sarah Kane, Virginia Woolf - to name the three I'm most aspiring to reach while learning more about how words, rhythms, sentences, ideas, embodiments and wilderness tie together as works of literature.

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