Senses

Sense of
anticipation,
waiting your turn to take the stage.
Feel shaking hands

Sense of
dread,
biting your lip at the fear of words lost.
Taste metallic blood.

Sense of
humour,
imagining yourself a big-footed clown.
Smell banana skins.

Sense of
wonder,
letting the words flow freely.
See the bright lights.

Sense of
relief,
taking a final bow.
Hear the applause.

 

Notes: A somewhat rushed one, I’m getting ready to go to Dublin for the Bookcrossing convention!

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