The Scare

I gave up, sank under the waves, suffocating and unable
to communicate; the Duchess advised prayer and I did,
repeatedly and the world changed: The Lord and Master
of the Crocodile Castle helped without remonstration &
I followed orders to drink soda water and slept, woke to
a different world in which breathing was possible

Fear lifting like mist leaving a bright new world recreated
in the blink of an eye as the chains around my heart started
to slacken and my spirit returned so I could think and dream
of buying gifts for everyone, Christmas wishes returned, the
one-dimensional pantomime Bible pictures stories flashed
again, fear was still hanging on – then I got hold of my

Nail scissors and hacked off my hair, changing appearance &
discovered the colour changed from brown to black, aha! I’m
fulfilling my life’s destiny – child of Africa – child of the sun
and ready to change my attitude to being one with the most
wonderful people anyone can ever wish to have as friends,
all fear left as a cleaner gave me a hug saying sorry for the

Scare when the door handle was gone and I couldn’t get out,
HER role in my government service opera will be danced by
the prima ballerina of course!