It’s been a sunny few days in my world this week and several things have got me thinking about friends. Near or far, women or men, however you define friends, and whomever you feel most in tune with often allow you to feel at home wherever you are.
Your stability in the world depends on who you surround yourself with at different points in your life, and this is a little taste of that:
The Never Ending Cocoon of Sisterly Love
That warm teenage sisterhood that celebrates conformity
of boy bands, girl bands, waist bands, rubber bands,
leaves school with a surety of self
only to graduate university following a continuing trial of masks that don’t quite fit.
When the soles of worn converse hit new ground
backpacks of relationship adventures and complete and utter life fuck ups
are stored away to be told and retold
at the first few weekends back in Blighty over a pint in the sunny corner of a beer garden.
not knowing which hand of cards to show
who to impress next
or where to find the newest place
as couples grinning manically tango
to the next bar, gig, performance, festival.
Whilst sitting cold and wet, slumped outside against the barriers without a ticket
a hand and a shoulder
appear to form the next all singing, all dancing…
set of bottles to be lined up and turned into candle holders.
LE Purse ©
March 6th 2014