Paul Crawford – Awakening


I knew no writer.
I knew no artist.
No culture other
than work work work –
it’s a privilege to exist.

No one dared look outwards
to rest of world.
Unless you want to
be cast asunder – a freak
a cross-the-street oddity
to be laughed at.

Even now adult I struggle
to find home for my wonder
my gut bursting adoration
for a flick of paint from
16th century.

I continue to wander onwards.
I’ve nothing to hold onto;
nothing to pull me under.

Paul Crawford is  a 33 year old poet from Scotland. A newish one 🙂 only this last year having found the belief to write with encouragement from a friend. He writes at