Illustration by Stela Brix

Geometry

I feel boxed in
triangulated
condemned to slow
spherical orbit.
I could be a square
pretending to be a rectangle
but the isosceles in me
won’t have it.
My perpendicular
is at odds
with your diagonal.
Right angled, blindsided,
I try to fit everything
into shape.

Previously published in Ink, Sweat and Tears.

Sue Wallace-Shaddad is in the first year of the London-based MA in Writing Poetry. Now retired after a long career with the British Council, she is Secretary of Suffolk Poetry Society. She has poems published by Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Dawntreader, Poetry Space, The French Literary Review and in various magazines and anthologies.