Ruthie Adamson

Biography

Since childhood I have been told that I have a way with words and after many moons of icky intertia I am now ready to embark on a journey of discovery to find out whether or not I possess poetic prowess. I am currently a volunteer at Liverpool's the Bluecoat where one day I hope to make creative contributions of some sort and in the meantime I am here in the spirit of Anais Nin's. “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”...

Samples

Metaphor-less Love I met a formerly unfamiliar friend who became a firm and much-loved friend in the end. This happy happening happened when I met a 4.20 appointment at the Royal Albert Hall which although merely 5 minutes long preceded many an internet tete-a-tete which both of us does enthrall. We met a formless friendship here in Cyberspace which despite it's abstract arena lacks neither substance or grace. You met a forward woman whose chutzpah makes her bold but far from that cheekiness being unbecoming it is charming to behold. And thus you and I met a foray to our friendship forming which we both warmly welcomed despite it appearing without warning. We met a fortuitous time in our lives when we became soul sisters not destined to be each other's wives. We met a fork in our relationship's road because only one of us is gay but to travel down the same road ad infinitum our friendship found a way. Hallelujah that we met a formula for keeping our sisterhood strong because going our separate ways would have been regrettably wrong. Though this poem contains many a “met a for” there are no metaphors here to be found because even we wordsmith women would struggle to find a metaphor for friendship so profound. Yes you and I share a love which is real and which is rare and it is a metaphor-less love because it is beyond compare.

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