You seek to hammer me
into compliance,
misaking me for soft iron,
swiftly moulded,
to a pleasing shape.
In truth
I am the anvil,
rooted deep in the ground.
Battered.
Beaten.
Beyond change.
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- E H Timms
- E H Timms won the BBC Wildlife Young Poet of the Year award in 1992 and hasn't managed to stop writing since. She now lives in Wiltshire with a computer tethered to one elbow.
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