The Bridge

10th November, 1:40

On this incredibly grey and gloomy Saturday, I thought I’d post one of the poems I wrote for my Creative Writing degree last year. Sonnets are harder than they look!

Georgia x

The Bridge

We approached it with caution, attention, care,
for the panels were rickety; damaged
by clumsy feet, the elements, ravaged
by wildlife. The find itself was rare;
the rush of the water, the warmth of the air,
a secluded paradise, packaged
neatly just for us. How we managed
to cross it, I’ll never be quite aware.
But once we did, what a place we found!
A utopian world for girl and boy
sharing whispers and secrets, feet on the ground,
heads in the clouds, indulging in ploys,
our earlier worries and fears drowned;
crossing the bridge brought us infinite joy.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: