Mary Spain


Mary Spain Poems

1. Homes Or Gardens? 8/4/2006
2. The Other End Of Heaven 8/6/2006
3. The Right Approach 8/6/2006
4. The Simple Art 8/7/2006
5. No Overture 8/9/2006
6. The Unknown Factor 8/11/2006
7. No Badges 8/14/2006
8. Sunken Garden 8/14/2006
9. The Last Word 3/25/2011
10. The Needle's Art 3/25/2011
11. The View 3/25/2011
12. To The Person Who Stole My Purse 3/25/2011
13. Two Tea-Cups 3/25/2011
14. Under The Skin 3/25/2011
15. Unicorn 3/25/2011
16. What If? 3/25/2011
17. A Need To Sing 7/30/2012
18. Out Of Step 7/30/2012
19. The Mirror 7/30/2012
20. Remember Me? 7/30/2012
21. Flight 7/30/2012
22. A Seed 7/30/2012
23. Jungle Games 7/30/2012
24. In Touch 7/30/2012
25. The Game Of Cat And Man 7/30/2012
26. Generation Gap 7/30/2012
27. Who Am I? 7/30/2012
28. Conscripted Angels 8/16/2006
29. A Need To Kneel 3/25/2011
30. City Church 3/25/2011
31. Pebbles 3/25/2011
32. The Mystery 7/30/2012
33. Old Acquaintance 8/1/2012
34. Hope 2/4/2014
35. In From The Cold 2/4/2014
36. Midsummer Day's Dream 7/14/2014
37. Battle On The Beach 12/6/2013
38. Unity 2/2/2014
39. The Drought 3/25/2011
40. Verbosity 7/30/2012
Best Poem of Mary Spain

Growing Up

The day I could no longer walk with ease
Beneath the table, made it clear to me
That I was growing. Soon my parents' knees
Were way below my eye-line. I could see
Above the window-sill and out, far out,
Into a world where adults knew it all
And children yearned to grow and be about
Such fascinating business. To be tall
Held out a promise greater than mere size.
When I achieved full stature I would know
Those peaks of knowledge conquered by the wise -
All that remained for me to do was grow.
Yet wisdom gained shows wisdom still ahead;
Grown up, I find...

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The Prisoner's Wife

She sits there, fingering her wedding-ring
With restless hands, while counsel for the Crown,
Urbane and skilled, concludes his questioning.
She listens, keen and anxious, quick to frown
At each obtrusive sound that might distract
The judge's ear. They speak of violence
In passive tones, as men play out an act
They've played before; where one man's innocence
Or guilt is held contained within the scope

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