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
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
She wakes up in her frosty sheets, bed socks they’re kind of fun,
Not fetching or seductive, but they’ll do before the sun.
She opens one eye warily, she knows the day it waits,
Snooze button best invention, a cuckoo she would hate.
Moving from her haven, duvet dreams and pillow promise,
Reaching for the kettle, yeh she’s up, you know she’s on this!
Music is now blaring, sod the neighbours, morning rave,
Brushing teeth to Barry, “Can’t get enough of your love, babe”.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2015
I can’t go there, you know that place, endless darkness devoid of grace.
I can’t go there, harsh wilderness, splintered tree, roots exposed longing to grow free.
I can’t go there, I refuse to cling, fingertips they slip, losing grip of me.
I can’t go there, backward travel, known path, I’ve seen it all before, diabolical past.
I can’t go there but I am here, the stand I take so not to fall, I dither, maddening fear.
I can’t go there, deceptive Shangri-La, I wait for supernova, explosive superstar.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2015