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 Jan 2019
Mary Gay Kearns
The way opened out
And to get through
A bend was needed
Leaning against twig.

So thoughts gathered
Head strong
Across the empty ditch
The company leaped.

The other side was a purple haze
Drifting about above woods
The tops of the trees twittered
And twinkled and fluttered.

The company entered the woods
Lifting lightly their dress
Surrounded were they by
Bird song and flowers
At their feet.

Love Mary ***
 Sep 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be believed
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
 Sep 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
Do not let the days grow old after me
But polished with that ever sparkling
Anticipation which sets hearts aglow
They are the same street’s arching aways
Intermingled, the comfort of green trees.

Love Mum ***
 Sep 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
The wind snapped in his tongue
A cruelty beyond measure
So in trembling fear she floated
Downstream to the edges of time
And in that way said goodbye
A thank you for everything.

Love Mary x
 Aug 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
So slowly she bent feeling the curve of her back
As though someone had uttered long sad words
The endings floating in the window telling tales
As she swivelled on her tarnished leather boots
The sky stopped its pulsating beating and she fell
Dropping all she ever had been or would ever be
In a scattering of moments loved and missed now.

Love Mary
In memory of Sylvia Plaith .
 Jul 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
The sun blisters the sky
Seagulls brittle the air
We scorch under towel
Watching the sea glisten.

This is a world with you
On the sand soaked love
West Whittering in May
The best always stayed.

Love Mary x
For my Roger love Pinky Woo. **

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