Miss Fairytale

Do you ever stare
into the eyes of a beautiful soul
and wonder how many memories they hold?
How many thoughts they've had of you
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Once I saw a solar eclipse.
Like dusk at midday
the sun darkened
to New Moon black
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This room
Heavily feminine
Antique white
Bare
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Laced with eloquence;
she glides along the dusty riverbed,
One blood rose in her hair and the funeral flower in her hand.
Ebony trails lash at the flaky ground
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I wonder why this angel
is able to fly.
Light and pure
he may be
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Pale berries fade to bright
Leaves green whisper autumn
Creasing brown and crisping – falling,
July parts with Summer sudden as fright.
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Woman stops at a window
below a blood-orange sky,
Watches drinkers sip from china
cups, tuck crumbs into napkins,
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A blood-slice high in
black grows fat as an orange
to a full blood moon.
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I would like a dress made of your skin
A speckled garment to wrap myself in
Threaded together with strands of your hair
And preciously beaded with tears.
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You are rocks - solid and slow
Beneath the serenity
I am a leaf caught in flow
An under nourished casulty
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A lost man walked along with me
The road I had misplaced,
He taught me proper walking
With strong boats
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Gifts from our Mother;
Womb, seed and blood
The eternal jewels of creation
And the plentiful cup of knowing.
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Earth –
My home
My body
My knowledge
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Spoken words rest stagnant in rigid mouths
Burnt flesh flakes softly from barely-grown bones
Fields of lovers scatter landscapes,
Pure hearts arrow-punctured.
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Married to the world
Anger echoes circular
Without end
Like a ring.
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Anti-human voices boomed in the tunnel
in the street, under steel
Carnage dropped from the air into silence,
and all became still at England's heart.
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Summer bloomed in the heavens
A plump orange in the blue swamp
Flame to waxy moon-faces.
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I sit down and remind myself of you.

The roses on the heater smell delicious
But their colour is not as obvious,
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'Goodnight sweet Day', I have to say
As you pass me by without delay
And the stars in your hair wink at cold night
You push me on to dreamless delight.
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Her ovaries lay in her basket of memories
Upon ripped tissue and numb transparency
Like eggs dropped from the bird of sorrow,
Soft, white and hollow - the image of her body
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