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I doubt when the owner built this place as a luxury hotel he ever pictured it like this. He probably never thought words like "abandoned" "ruined" and "haunted" would describe his Halcyon Hall.The children amble to the roadside

One after the other

United in their reluctance.

Too early

The sun not yet  on the horizon.

Their fall  coats too light

For the cool breath of wind.

Across the road

The old brick house stands dreaming.

The bats slowly return to the attic.

They wait.

For the light along the roadside

The warmth within

The long drive

To a room full of screaming children.

 

Listen

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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.

Fist

fistFingers curl

Seeking their centre

And rest

On a solid palm.

Thumb encloses.

Warmth seeking

Meaning making.

Defiance.

Protection.

Feral

Instinctual

Reactive.

Love’s embrace is forgotten

In rage.

Shard

Boy looking scared through the handrail of a staircaseMy mother left when I was three

I remember her at the front door

Surrounded by the winter coats

The National Geographic magazines on the shelf framed her;

Telling my father

She wouldn’t stay.

Her fear and determination

Echoed in my ears

As I looked through

The  banister.

Tousled hair, half awake-

Possibly drunk-

He dies then.

I only realize that later.

Murder…

murder

Illusion

She entered unannounced

Her voice

Soft as an autumn breeze

A lover’s caress.

She silenced the chaos.

Apple scented beauty

Just out of reach.

Soon.

Soon,

She said.

And so you wait.

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