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A CHILD RESTS

A knob turns

A door unmistakably opens

Over the threshold up the stairs

(The room is black, ice black)

A child’s

Heart stops

Actually stops

Movement is forbidden

The child listens carefully

Perhaps tonight may not be fatal

His intention

The question

Is THAT

A knob turns

A door unmistakably closes

And the child rests 

FFYONA MARIE

Psychiatric tendencies

And chariots of fire

Blocked your redemptions.

You, unlike Alice,

Thought you knew best

But thorns not roses

Laced your craving heart

Obsessed with death.

Beauty came to you

Dressed in a warm sun

But before it reached

Fulfilment darkness fell,

And bleak winds carried you away.

Now, you’re a comic gypsy

Searching for wisdom

Laughing and spiritual

Placid and beautiful,

With no digressions on the way…

I TRY TO REMEMBER

There’s an ocean of words out there,

Each word is a drop, yet words evade me.

All day I waited,

Palms sweating,

Pulse racing,

Heart gripped with terror.

The night watchman asked

Me why sweet charity has frazzled

The souls of men:

He leaned close enough

For me to smell his breath:

“I only want to know your name,” he whispered.

I lifted my head and looked into poacher’s eyes.

 Outside boots stamped,

Twigs snapped

And trees creaked

In dying frost…

            A guilty feeling from another life turned back,

            But it was impossible to catch.

           The wind’s dozy song

           Send rain drizzly to my window

           And,

          I try to remember.