• Fe Robinson

On not knowing...

Tentatively I dip my toe into the river of unknowing.

Innocently I feel for the rhythms of a transformation under-towing.

Wantonly I open and I open like a seed that’s ripe for sowing.

Somehow I taste the freedom and relief that I don’t know who I am and I don’t know where I’m going.


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My weekend poem this week is called The Abyss. I wrote it in 2011. It speaks of trauma, of the fragmentation inside that happens when we have unresolved horrors that we have locked away, yet to be e


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