a rock and that hard place by Georgie Bailey
If the breeze could float two ways
maybe once or twice in a while,
which way would be right,
and which would be wrong?
We could all just be dancing in the wind,
like paper kites zipping through the night.
Or a Chinese lantern, lost for eternity
in the grace of a mid-March mellow flick of air.
Or is it the despair, mostly,
we feel after nights of glee?
Sat half glum, half free;
stuck between two directions
of a zephyr in transit.
Georgie Bailey is a working-class Poet and Playwright from Bordon, Hampshire with Romani heritage. He is a graduate of Bristol Old Vic Theatre School’s Dramatic Writing MA, and mentor’s new writers of all ages through creative projects. His works have been seen in magazines such as The Horizon, Ropes Literary Journal and Drawn to the Light. Georgie is currently on attachment to the Oxford Playhouse Playmaker programme.