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Childhood is of paramount importance in one's upbringing. Having met underprivileged kids and knowing their stories have always made me think the world they've seen at a tender age. A dedication to these kids.

Only feathers when I saw your dark eyes.
Blinfolded by vanity,
You didn't see me breathe in life.
I saw what you did.
I wanted to fly, I had no wings,
you clawed me back.
I wish I could fly.

Your feathers though withering didn't care for mine.
Part of a play, I didn't want to be.
You commanded to stop, wrath soothed me.
A feeble voice never could overlay yours.

A melee of flavours you are
As sweet as you can be
Sourness does not evade you
But I love fruit...

For its natural sweetness
A treat for my tastebuds

A work in progress

So you dont want to change
What am I supposed to do
What have we been doing then
You already have
Because this is not what I signed up for
Loud silences
Reminiscent of times
When I had no choice
But to allow
My moods to be dictated
Cause children can't challenge adults
But I am now a woman
With choice and free will
Somethings got to give
But it wont be me.

Melanie Duncan (c)

It's 8, wake, it's late, on the brush and paste, haste, to wake up at 8 is too much to take
Get wet, get set, get dressed, forget, regret, get upset,
It's 9, whine, no sleep divine, but act benign
To board a train, a pain, a bane, the crowd insane, inane
a journey, mundane

Shirt wrinkled, hair draggled, shoes mangled, head rattled, brains addled.
It's 11, reached slaves' haven, now a shaven pseudo maven,
Now work, overwork, rework, call your boss a jerk.
It's 3, work, overwork, rework, deal with your boss' smirk
Now shirk.

Back on Stockport Rd road I spot a red red sled dangling on a shop hook – if it snows this month it’ll be good for when she visits, though Levenshulme is all flat bogs, I could be a husky to her driver, rope round my waist – now would that be hernia territory or good for the heart according to the doctors at the blue cube surgery by car crash junction where I haven’t yet registered? -the one next to the unfinished mosque (Donations dried up? Planning trouble?) - you know the one?

Fire Is Dangerous

Fire Is Dangerous. Never Play With Fire.
This was solemnly told to me by mum on the occasion
Of my half burning the kitchen down trying to see
Whether sliced potato would fry if placed in the grill
Of the cooker with a drop of oil.

‘Half’ was my mum’s exaggeration. Apart from
Blackened windows and a slight charred smell
In the air, the kitchen was untouched.
But I behaved. I did not do any more culinary experiments.

Months later my dad was fixing his car
And could not get a nut loose from a bolt.

Well I have always steered clear from writing too much on blogs as I just saw it as people needing to moan or just talk about themselves a lot.

I would like to apologise for this crude view as I have seen it do so much more, it can be used for fun, to exercise those personal demons and all sorts in fact it is a very useful tool.

Anyway my name is Danni Skerritt and I am a lesser known writer meandering from genre to different medium if it can be written I have tried it or am in the process of making it happen.

“THE World is Maya, an illusion; fools, don’t chase after the transient, it will only cause heartache. Follow the holy path, its difficult brothers and sisters but if you’re vigilant, nothing can delude you. You are free, eternal and full of bliss; don’t become attached to petty material objects. Look at me for inspiration, I’ve taken sanyasa with the click of my fingers and donned the ochre robes. I’m only twenty-five with life before me and yet if I can succeed then all of you can!”

I walked across a crowded lane,
Gathering eyes that ceased to blink
Failed to understand your presents of sympathy,
and the heads that didn't seem to shrink.

Don't look at me with pain,
As none of it I feel,
This life's full of courage and hope,
as I strive and learn the nuances of human beings.

Change may evade me,
and I grow with every step of patience galore,
Indifferent it doesn't make me,
Instead, a lesson to persevere with a smile,
I put in the fore.

So turn back, blink and look deep within,
Think of this face, when a life you want to leave and shun.

Enjoyed an evening with Manchesters literati. Great crowd, great writers no more to be said.