mairead-rhona-mackenzie

Clusters of candy wings Unfurling tendrils for feelers They flutter in the delicate Scent of a summer twilight Come autumn, taken flight

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Aug 2, 2010

Aug 2, 2010 at 5:45 PM UTC

Sweet Peas

Clusters of candy wings Unfurling tendrils for feelers They flutter in the delicate Scent of a summer twilight Come autumn, taken flight

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I don't want to cry anymore But I can't remember how to laugh either The sun and the rain are gone And much of the colour has drained away Leaving a grey canvas that I recognise But don't want to hang on the wall Instead I'll hide it away in a cupboard And carry on, numb.

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Aug 2, 2010

Aug 2, 2010 at 5:43 PM UTC

mairead-rhona-mackenzie

Blank

I don't want to cry anymore But I can't remember how to laugh either The sun and the rain are gone And much of the colour has drained away Leaving a grey canvas that I recognise But don't want to hang on the wall Instead I'll hide it away in a cupboard And carry on, numb.

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Once, I was a tiny room Filled with merry laughter Fire blazing in the hearth, Hot tea scolding joyful lips Now, I am an echoing cave Filled with cold and darkness The way out lies across the water Shrouded by the blackness

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Aug 2, 2010

Aug 2, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC

mairead-rhona-mackenzie

Once, I Was

Once, I was a tiny room Filled with merry laughter Fire blazing in the hearth, Hot tea scolding joyful lips Now, I am an echoing cave Filled with cold and darkness The way out lies across the water Shrouded by the blackness

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Glancing back, Anxious to catch a final glimpse The frost glittering thick On the pavement The walk 'home' is haunted now The patch of lavender So brightly scented in summer Withered to grey skeletons You let me hold your hand again Raven wings of shining hair Still soft to my fingers I can still ward off your tears But words hang like spectres Between us It makes me ache.

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Aug 2, 2010

Aug 2, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC

mairead-rhona-mackenzie

The Crossroads

Glancing back, Anxious to catch a final glimpse The frost glittering thick On the pavement The walk 'home' is haunted now The patch of lavender So brightly scented in summer Withered to grey skeletons You let me hold your hand again Raven wings of shining hair Still soft to my fingers I can still ward off your tears But words hang like spectres Between us It makes me ache.

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Sorrow blooms on our cheeks From time to time In a cloud of damp surrender And whilst ever present Is quickly devoured by a whale Of necessary denial Yet let us not think That life is but a dark night And rather the brightest day Of carefree sunshine Occassionally dimmed By the bleak, fleeting shadows Cast by that breath-taking creature Merciful in its elusive nature

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Aug 2, 2010

Aug 2, 2010 at 5:37 PM UTC

mairead-rhona-mackenzie

Watching Life's Sun From the Seabed

Sorrow blooms on our cheeks From time to time In a cloud of damp surrender And whilst ever present Is quickly devoured by a whale Of necessary denial Yet let us not think That life is but a dark night And rather the brightest day Of carefree sunshine Occassionally dimmed By the bleak, fleeting shadows Cast by that breath-taking creature Merciful in its elusive nature

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Fear is my mouse It scritters and scratches And furtively tap dances In the black when I'm Hoping and dreaming in the dark His friend is a moth of self-doubt That hides from the day But flutters and bashes And flits at my eyelashes Whenever I turn out the light Even the innocent tree Who can't help but sway in the wind Is guilty of tapping my window The glass is belief and the branch uncertainty The panes often shatter and let in the night.

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Aug 2, 2010

Aug 2, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC

mairead-rhona-mackenzie

Night Time

Fear is my mouse It scritters and scratches And furtively tap dances In the black when I'm Hoping and dreaming in the dark His friend is a moth of self-doubt That hides from the day But flutters and bashes And flits at my eyelashes Whenever I turn out the light Even the innocent tree Who can't help but sway in the wind Is guilty of tapping my window The glass is belief and the branch uncertainty The panes often shatter and let in the night.

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