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Whispers

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The Cove

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Gloaming

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As the sun

Dips below the treeline.

Even the wolves wait;

Hungry anticipation.

We found a blanket

Hidden in a

Trunk in the attic.

Wine wrapped

Inside;

Our offering.

In the clearing

We will

Toast the

Mystery of

The dying day.

 

 

 

 

Vigil

Her secret place.....The young girl stands at the crossroad.

She arrives every morning with the sun.

The shy farmers nod on their way to the fields.

Their hearts falter when,

Too early they arrive.

The sun not yet touching the horizon.

She is gone before their weary journey home.

Her memory, but a distant childhood dream;

Of the open world and the mystery of love.

For her part she waits for someone

Who lost her way.

Gone too soon

Taking the wrong path.

She will return; Heart weary or wise.

The two are one.

 

So she waits.

Long enough to feel the sun’s rays ‘

Warm her face.

She must go on;

The day must be survived.

‘Not today,’

The wind whispers;

Soon.

Salt

Image result for tear on cheekI honour you with my determination;

No minute lost.

I dream the world is fulfilled;

Wish.

We push beyond the borders;

Marked with the lines on the map

Adorn the palace

And create.

Kin

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Sometimes the muse is blindfolded.

 

Gifts are given in a game of

Truth or dare.

 

Determined by the

Flip of a coin.

You stumble into

Life.

 

The day you were born,

Your new family took you home.

The request of your mother;

Afraid to keep you

Her past life calling.

Judging.

 

Alone.

 

Struggling between worlds

You try to

Dream in double-time.

 

 

Coextensive

 

I will not wait.

The sun falls on the floorboards

Illuminating my dreams.

Murmuration

Footfalls echo.

Kiss me

Before I vanish.

She

She is the one left out of the pictures.

Impassively ignored.

It’s her fault;

She gave them permission:

To ignore her needs,

As she ignores them.

Stitching up the world

As they sleep.

What little she has collected

For a more indulgent future,

Lies on the floor.

Scattered as an afterthought:

Marbles.

Oh, you wanted these?

Yours?

Nonsense.

Forcing her to find

In the only still moments she has

The remnants

Of hope

Hidden in a corner.

 

 

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Rust

7b02e6b3714f17c26613e679bec8d52eLiquid darkness is her shroud

Where once lovers walked.

Fish swim like birds over her deck.

Unsinkable;

Hubris writ large in the stars.

The stories never remembered;

The tiny child in third class.

Hiding under a now-rusty bed

The cameras found her doll.

 

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