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Their call

Speaks of a




They will leave you


with the frozen designs on the


Lost in their own call.

The open sky

and the autumn leaves

Mark their exit.


He smiled

As he ripped the canvas apart;

Too large for practicality.

The dark corner of

His ego danced with

Fiendish abandon.

She has left it-

Not his problem.

He  had watched her:



Filling the space with colour.


Cut off.

A beautiful statue

Aloof and unapproachable.

Not his.

To destroy

This painting was to

Close the door on her.

Put a shroud over her image.

Deface the mystery

Try to forget.


Lightning bolts fall from the sky
Ripping apart her meager existence.
Small tents
Cling together for support.
Possibly their unity was too much of a target.
Only blood and bone
Remain when the lightening stops;
And the human will to live.
She doesn’t move
Her cheek pressed
Tightly to her mother’s chest
Willing the present away.
Like a fly on a corpse;
There is silence.
Memory of a heartbeat.
Dead arms enfold her.
Protective even then.
She is pulled from her cocoon.
Like birth
Amidst the wailing voices
She is carried
In a soldier’s arms.
To freedom.


Her fingers grasped
The parchment:
Foreign words in a distant tongue.
Longing for a tender word.
She would throw it to a gentle
“I wish,”
And “I hope”
Whispered only in the folds of a winter
He said he would
And she believed.
The rest was lost in
The space between
The black lines.


My eyes turn to the open sky
It surrounds me like my grandfather’s embrace.
In the air there is a call:
A question.
It demands an answer,
But the world is so vast and
I am so uncertain.
There is a music that comes with the changing of the seasons:
A peace
Found in monastic plainsong.
Mingling with a longing
That comes from tenor or soprano.
A call to move;
To change.
To push the boundaries.
To seek more than what is offered.
The boots in the hallway
Whisper of a foreign land.


Turning the corner
The sun light washes away the shadows
It took a lifetime to get here.
A photo album
Of life’s lessons;
Memories cherished
Faces best left forgotten.
Cherish the moment.
And submit to the whim
Of fate.



Turning the corner
In a foreign land
The light plays tricks on the mind.
The stone fortress lies
Like an enchanted princess.
Tendrils of ivy
Providing a canopy;
A fairy tale domain.
A panoply of offerings adorn:
Cloth, paper and metal
Offerings to a noble god.
At the heart
A labyrinth .


The day they put Thomas Clarke’s body in the ground
Was the day she pulled the veil down.
They were young lovers:
School sweethearts.
He loved her voluptuous smile and russet hair
She loved his stories.
Married as soon as Thomas left school.
No laughter of children warmed their home.
No cradle
No little knitted socks from gran.
And the stories stopped.
He grew bitter
She found guilt
And then the neighbours heard the yelling.
She would hide the bruises
Under long sleeves she would sew.
Men at the local pub
Would tell stories
Of young ladies that welcomed his
Flaccid company.
He imagined a smiling redhead.
And then one morning, in the barn
He died
A cold body she found when looking

For the milk.
And then the funeral.
Of his absence.
Wishing to say something sincere
But truth silenced their voice.
The space marked a barrier.
She stood alone to stare at the earth
And the veil came down.
Thirty years later
When they found her
Sitting in the churchyard;
They peeled the veil away
To reveal a smile.




The door frame marked her exit;

One space between life and death.

Heart pounding against skull

Pushing her forward.

Outside was not far enough.

There must be more;

A distance


The synapses.

They register fear-

Scream for escape.

Protection of a silent drumbeat;

Memory of love.

Now there is only

Crowded rooms full of laughing faces

Turned to her direction:

Sticking fingers in the pain,

Making the tear greater.

Father now

The end in sight;


Solace at last.

Loving arms that keep the

Wolves at bay:

Respite and enough.


In his story

I am a shadow;

Anchored in his boat

Tethered to his song.

A respectable beast decorated

To show

His splendor.

I remained

Steadfast in my role and honoured

The name

And promise.

Gave his children life,



Endured violence

Guile , flattery and flirting

And stayed true.

And then

He returns.

And I find my place on the mantle.

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