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Eye on the Moon

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Full Moon

Moon 2

Interior

A voice I know
Calls from the cavern.
It bounces
From stalagmite to stalactite.
I concentrate
Eager to understand
The message.
Sometimes the voice
Of her.
Sometimes the voice
Of him.
Fear
Of faltering, falling,
Failing to be what I might be
What I want to be.
Inhale.
Trust.
And
Create.

 

Luck

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.
Stop.
Cherish the moment.
Inhale
And submit to the whim
Of fate.

 

Veil

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.
Everyone
Quiet
Aware
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.

 

 

Calm

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

Between

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;

Home.

Solace at last.

Loving arms that keep the

Wolves at bay:

Respite and enough.

Wisdom

 Moving beyond

The now.

Trusting the future enough to

Forgive mistakes.

Support

The journey

And arrive

Home.

Murmuration

Salisbury P 001I have been here.

 Not me really.

The collective : my family, my country

Our history.

Past , present and future.

Is here.

On Salisbury Plain.

To witness .

That tank sits covered in moss.

It matches her red hair.

The aged family picture album

Dulled to yellow  and grey.

Once white tents that held out the rain.

His passion to capture the beautiful moments;

Life hungry for more.

Their  love displayed in the rear view mirror.

 The connection between us

When we touch.

A land

Weary with human

Passions

Sighs at our daytime excursion.

Maybe even smiles.

Somewhere between the past and the present

Time stands still

When we listen.

Murmuration of the starlings

God’s sighting.

For You

IMG_5042For days I have touched the words

Willing them to form

Into a shape

That matches your smile.

A candle sits by the window

A votive to the Muse.

A humble request;

Divine inspiration.

Sacred gift.

But the room echoes with silence-

Quiet calm.

Like the space between us.

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