Pale Blue Buckets

I leave the pale blue buckets filled with fear
lined up outside my bedroom door.
When they are full right up to the brim
I grab the thin metal handles
and carry them ever so slowly
with tiny shuffling fairy steps
sloshing and dripping
through the kitchen, down the stairs
all the way out into the garden
where I empty them carefully onto the Roses

- Susannah Bec 2010