image Childhood Skies Most days she’d go sit for hours in that backstreet church, first she’d phone in sick, and was it really just a trick of the light made Christ on the Cross look so much like a girl? ‘Cos everything means something, she just knows……… There was a time she’d cry so hard at being alone that she’d throw up, but she’s over that at last, “It’s cool that winter’s gaining fast,” said the homeless guy with the TB cough, “’Cos everybody knows the Devil never goes out in the rain.” She slips past all the office-workers lunching in the sun, she needs a place to think, that’s all, and the shadows on the wall form patterns that only she can see. She saw her mother standing by the altar plain as day…….. She broke the heel off her shoe and walked barefoot all way home. She’d like to meet someone in the end, Maybe just a friend, Just someone to miss her when she’s gone. She saw a lorry full of sheep bound for hell………… There’s a bird flying round and round, trapped inside the church. She found her inhaler and took a shot, and stood frozen to the spot waiting for the miracle to begin. She saw her childhood skies raining stars. She saw her childhood skies raining stars…… [ Back ]