Stephanie Dower Poems

The floorboards creak beneath my feet.
And a hush hangs in the air.
You can smell the dust and old.
Shops like this are rare.
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Through the forest the moon doth glow,
Reflected in the eyes of a grazing doe.
Trees droop their drowsy limbs,
As a deer laps at the river brim.
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You are alone. Dreaming?
Standing on a dark dull land.
There is nothing
No light, no time.
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The moon looms above in a shroud of cloud.
Amber lights flicker in the gloom.
Faces emerge from the darkness.
A wolf howls and a witch rides her broom.
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The moon's pale face illuminates mine,
As I stand here in the meadow.
I admire the path she's made across the water,
The path I long the tread o'er.
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The land falls away below me,
The waves crash on the rock.
I see the ships below me,
Waiting in the dock.
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I just got relaxed when she tugged at my sleeve.
'Mamma, mamma, when can we leave? '
With hopeful eyes that seemed to shout,
'Mamma, mamma, when can we go out? '
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The warmth of the crackling fire,
The glistening tinsel on the tree.
Children rip ribbons and pull shiny paper.
Exposing gifts and laughing happily.
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I sat alone in a darkened room.
The fireplace warmed me to the core.
I gazed with tired eyes into the fire,
And was shocked at what I saw.
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O' sat deep within the swell of the hills.
Our mother lies in all her splendid grace.
Long she has crafted the earth with her skills.
And brought life, love and beauty to this place.
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