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Mina Harker Poems
The sun sets over the weary hills And the yellow fields and dark hedgerows And rows and rows of horizons piled up One by one, one by one
How your face has fallen to the cruel days Like the leaves on the ground Like the moth in my bedroom In circles flying round and round
A quiet breath, like horses galloping The dark air is heavy, the night closing in. There are thoughts at the edges
We communicate, you and I, across vast landscapes,
She drew me in the shower, two eyes above a smile. Her paintbrush was a finger, the canvas was a tile, I hung there for a second as water welled up in my eye She turned to go, and left alone, I cried and cried and cried.
My father brought bright laughter and gave the mere inane and the mundane to the sunshine Where we lived, all the time.
I can take your anger, and walk away the while Still smiling, in measured flight I can walk that weightless mile
I lost you 15 years ago. I'm afraid I will lose you again. If in 15 years time, I don't remember your voice, what then? I've grown afraid of Autumn winds blowing dust off my heart. My tears never turned to ice,
I heard them sigh in the howling of the wind For another day that slipped its way through their fingers. It was dark then. The world was covered with ashes.
Is there poetry in the parking lot? In the grid like lines of Milton Keynes? Behind the scenes the dead wind rustles and shakes water's sea-ward dreams Is there poetry amid the reeking refuse and overflowing bins?
My labels have a voice They have a name, they have a place within my chest They have a throbbing beat, a heat, an intensity Each of them burns behind my ribcage
It's only a light breeze, but it's enough, Somewhere a bird is shaking out leaves and twigs from her nest And bits of feathers, bits of fluff Floating past the trees like blossom
15 Years On
It's simple enough to say 'I miss you' and mean it. To those around who remind me of you I can say 'you're like him' or 'he's like you'
Descends The Snow
I want to show you something. There are lines of lights in the city streets And time stops moving Still
Comments about Mina Harker
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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The sun sets over the weary hills
And the yellow fields and dark hedgerows
And rows and rows of horizons piled up
One by one, one by one
The night is still, the air is still
The clock ticks, and ticks, and the birds
They are not singing yet, but they will, they will
The hours are slow for the living now
And through my weary eyes I see
The sun rise unwillingly
And know another night has gone, and
Again, and again, sleep won't come,
The birds sing, and the night is gone.