Raised on a council estate, the only Greeks on the block,
Playing on the green outside where the local kids would flock.
Belinda Carlisle told us, that ‘Heaven Is a Place on Earth’
Only Bucks Fizz swore it was ‘The Land of Make Believe’,
A mixed tape of my musical, spiritual birth.
Confusion reigned in ‘Our House’ still,
‘Teardrops’ drenched my cheeks,
My story behind SMASH HITS poster covered walls,
Memorizing tunes, my world, lyrical geek.
Dancing tall on tip toes, Thursday nights, TOTP,
‘Running Up That Hill’ of teenage life,
‘I Want to Break Free’.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2021
Roots are growing longer, shooting up grey sprigs
Ditch the dye I’m thinking? Yeh? Nah? Maybe? How about a wig?
Perimenopausal tricks are happening and I’m just not in the mood
Trust there is no magic here, slippery sorcery stirring my food!
I call (cry) to a higher power, pleading, “Please be kind”
“Will all these squats I’m doing, give me my dream behind?”
Get down girl for the love of you, transformation waits
Grab the next phase fiercely, shock that metabolic rate!
© Michelle Sotiriou 2020
I haven’t hugged a soul for weeks, or called them ‘Darling’, that’s their name
The Social distance blues are real and shitty who’s to blame?
Daily mindful mantras start with hashtag please #bekind
Wander in woods my therapy, leafy footsteps chakras aligned
Netflix is my closest friend, on-screen pleasures, hidden gems
Cover me in popcorn son of Uhtred, Viking trends
HIIT I breathe in fresher air, mother earth environment bliss
Round and round she goes, sun-kissed
She keeps on spinning.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2020
Sage burns in dank dark corners, my mind is set alight
Flickering, sparking, glowing; long into the night.
Sage speaks to me in wisdoms my ancestors got right,
Bold and brave philosophers, self-aware rational fight.
Sage smoulders in polluted air, it cleanses now I breathe,
Fragrant smoke it whispers, no more choking,
‘Arise my suffering knees.’
© Michelle Sotiriou 2019
Still waters appear in sunlight, I made it through treacherous waves,
Aqua peaks reached hidden Gods, the only way is up.
The boat that I sail on, battered to its core,
I sailed you all around the world and back once more.
Ocean grey left far behind, the roar, its voice unkind,
Playing tricks with words of battle, they penetrate my mind.
I fight back in my little boat with everything I have,
To find the cove of crystal shimmer, a resting place for a while.
Gripping hands of the sea, shook me without warning,
You tried yet failed to drown my faith, I remained proud.
Little boat drowned by waves, it breathes, the air it finds,
A will to sail, strong oars that push, dark dangers to the side.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2015