***
full moon
gossamer scarf
round her neck
trailing
into the night sky
***
they
passed
in the dark night
neither knowing
the meeting that should have been
***
willow branches
painted all the stars
in the night sky
but
was too tired to paint the moon
***
the cemetery
is quiet
too quiet
for the occupants
down below…
***
***
it
was there
in the corner of the attic
the
shadow
***
the wind
on
the mountain
blew
the sun into darkness
***
the shadow
in
the doorway
watches
the footfalls
***
the moon
lay on her back
relaxing
on soft green feather bed leaves
of scented mimosa
***
full moon
gossamer scarf
round her neck
trailing
into the night sky
***
they
passed
in the dark night
neither knowing
the meeting that should have been
***
willow branches
painted all the stars
in the night sky
but
was too tired to paint the moon
***
the cemetery
is quiet
too quiet
for the occupants
down below…
***
it
was there
in the corner of the attic
the
shadow
***
the wind
on
the mountain
blew
the sun into darkness
***
the shadow
in
the doorway
watches
the footfalls
***
the moon
lay on her back
relaxing
on soft green feather bed leaves
of scented mimosa
***
***
she stood
on
the edge of darkness
stepped out
into the stars beyond
***
they both ran
barefoot
round the standing stones
a farmer with shotgun
eyed us suspiciously
***
starlings
sitting on the phone line
chattering
drowning out
the human speech within the line
***
the wind/blew the letters
off the book page she was reading
the trees caught them
and wrote
new meanings in the sky
***
the stones
in
the road
a casting
of runestones
***
dry river bed
waits
for thunderstorm
flesh coloured stones
sorted by size
***
at
the close
of a dull, rainy day
the sun
shines briefly
***
the sky filled with ravens
suddenly
they were gone
soft raven feathers fell
covering the ground in black snow
***
opening
in
ancient hedge
an overgrown trail
with hawthorns either side..
***
a shower
of rain
cats hopping
all over the garden
chasing after the frogs
***
from
beyond the grave
she left a message
written in the daisies
scrawled across the grass
***
what was
on the other side
of the rain?
the child stepped through
to find out...
***
fragments
of fear
fitting together bit by bit
an enormous
jigsaw puzzle
***
***
the story
still
waiting
to
be written
***
stained glass windows
brighter
than reality
dazzling
when the sun shines through
***
your touch so gentle
smiles and love
and contentment
the moment
goes on
***
losing happiness
he was bitter
and twisted
no-one else
was allowed to be happy
***
***
the
petrified
forest
dark castles
loom
***
child
shut
her eyes
and saw the pictures
deep within
***
the child
wandered
for hours on the beach
the sea
watched out for her
***
***
curling wisps
of white
leaving for the light
the body
a shell
***
clouds
of
eternity
whispering
your dreams
***
be
aware
of
now
spontaneity
***
so
whether
I
missed
something?
***
university
of
books
now
university of internet
***
no colours
no forms
the mind
now
blank
***
ethereal
and
dreamlike
she swam back
to source
***
***
a path
between two people
they never met
but
the path remained
***
everything
speaks
everything listens
can you hear them?
do you listen?
***
the shadows
closed in on them
until
all
was dark
***
as she
stepped
into the dream
the door
slammed shut
***
***
she
opened doors
in her mind
that she had not visited
for years
***
the tongue
stuck out
of the letterbox
eagerly
waiting for letters
***
the puppet
hanging
on the wall
lifted his head
and watched
***
the pathways
on the other side
of the mirrors
leading everywhere
and nowhere
***
staring
back
at you
a face
in the mirror
***
they looked
at the child
that was so different to them
and changed themselves
to be with her
***
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