Directions
I don’t think my brain has been properly packed.
I’m missing some vital connection.
My other five senses may well be intact
but I’m missing a sense of direction.
I can’t name the cities that lie to the south,
I can’t tell the east from the west.
I start to get nervous and dry in the mouth
when I sit a geography test.
So if you are after directions from me
dismiss the idea from your head,
unless on your trip from town A to town B
you’re prepared for a stop-off at Z.
Jenny Erlanger
First published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #18
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Love your poem, Jenny. Love too that you say zed and not the awful zee that is creeping into everyday Aussie speech.
Love it Jenny.
If this poem is at all autobiographical, then we are kindred spirits. Love it.
Brill! loved it.
Wonderful!
As usual, I’ve enjoyed reading your poem. Thanks, Jenny