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Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
Lead paned windows
beam shafts of coloured light
dust motes floating
spiral upwards
released from
captive carpets
flee
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
in winter
the earth becomes
hard & mean
won't allow my summer flowers
even stops
the grass green growing
making months
out of hours
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
i didn't turn out
as you expected
characteristics
you detected
let down your dreams
of how "we'd" be
as is the same
for me
what will we do
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
clothed by the sun
i walk in joy
moontides
ebb
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
we
i look at myself
and see
someone else
which one
is me
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
your eyes have gone
now without sight
i walk alone
in this
the night
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
full moon
on the beach
altar to prayers
i sacrifice
vain hopes
and climb
stars
stairs
There is nothing quite like standing on a deserted beach under a full moon
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