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Raven

Raven The day we watched the funeral,when all the nation grieved.Sat inside with children home,Choirs on TV. A raven watched beside us,Beside the open door.Catching little snippets, Coming back for more. Black were all her feathersBlack were her bright eyes.But though the day was heavy,The sun shone in the sky. Other ravens gathered,Smart in feathered suits.Regal,Continue reading “Raven”

It’s not easy being green

Summers end, new school year, pencils in a row. Children reinvent themselves, some refuse to go. Autumn hides the cobwebs just as spring brushes them clean; Subscription to the promise of a new you yet unseen. Starting fresh sounds simple, leave the ghosts behind. Clear the debts from credit cards, from lovers, heart and mind.Continue reading “It’s not easy being green”

Home

I’ll let you know my secrets,I’ll give you what I know.I’ll tell you all that made me,I’ll show you where I go. There is no understandingWithout first feeling pain.The blinding light of breakthrough sun,On shoulders soaked by rain. The humble yet deliciousCrust of bread, with butter – cold,When hunger is upon you;Rich and crumbly; yeastyContinue reading “Home”

Limbo

There’s a place called land of LimboOn the outskirts of the town,A place where friends are seldom made,In case you let them down. In case the big black dog returnsClaws sharpened on your door.And all the bags stored under bedsAre hurled in cars once more. In case the roots you want to growEntangle up yourContinue reading “Limbo”

Patience

When I was little sweets were banned, and only for rare treats.There’s plenty fruit and bread for toast,You don’t need these to eat! But shops had jars all glistening, and sparkling sugar beckoned.And being young,  the thought of waiting: even for a second,Was torture for my little head,And I became adept, At savouring each morselContinue reading “Patience”

Soup

As the temperature changes and jumpers are sought We get to discover the sale stuff we bought  Last winter from Next where we queued like grey dominoes To purchase more clothes, where straight under the bed they go. And finding soft clothes fitting dark cooler days , Is akin to the lure of the slow cookerContinue reading “Soup”