Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

She knew she couldn’t change the world

Wouldn’t revolutionise with words alone

Shouldn’t wish for nothing else than that

He would come back to her.

Little Ginge x



She was barren

A mother land to no-one

Even her children

Forgot how they came to be

She was burning

Scorching from every pore

Her hair catches alight

Often without warning

She was blessed

Defensive tricks abound

The hostility came in waves

Of sand and of sea

She was beautiful

Invaded by curious strangers

Who all took the parts they liked

And brought the ones they missed

Now she was desolate.

Little Ginge x