A poem about dyslexia
Treacle trudging through young children’s books as an old, weary child
A kaleidoscope of words breed on the page
Letters fleeting
Migrant bird sentences
Refugee letters scramble to safety
Please don’t let me slip through the cracks
stuck on the hungry hungry caterpillar,
biff and chip and the magic key books
Panic reaches down my throat and clenches my lungs
And all of a sudden I’m underwater
Not swimming just drowning
And as the last of the air leaves my lungs
Bubbles of hope and understanding escape me
I know the devil is in the detail
Because I’ve looked him in the eye
So dance with me, devil
Dance until your feet bleed
And you cry
IDEAS FOR FUTURE DEVELOPMENT
- Turn it into a book where I layer these words so that it has the same visual effect that dyslexia has when it distorts language
- Transform this into visual poetry
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