Three men star struck Astrologers of great renown, Following long roads, high mountains Deserts red and black On and on, Knowing they would arrive. The dromedary stumbled A gift shifted its weight A man sighed, Three silk turbans wrapped heads
Read more ...The Dancer He looked like a lumberjack, but moved like a swan He asked me to dance, as if we were one He took my hand, and the rhythm was strong, I knew with this dancer I could do
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Christmas in London Perhaps then I am dull of soul, That I can walk through London’s lights And see only crowds, impenetrable. Jostling, confusing, noisy, A shock from my quiet home. The bare trees seem to have no place Amid
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The Way began long time ago, In spring and winter deep in snow, I saw the Way I knew its charm, I knew that it could cause me harm, In that place such as I find, Courage, power and
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‘ Then there was light!’ Give me light, early morning light in all its delicate fronds Scraping through clouds or burning the edge Of the earth with cold fire. Give me dappled light, broken through trees Hazelnut light, bracken light,
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A wall rose up to trap ideas And trapping people too, Those who stayed became the East Those who fled the few. Written in the blood of hope Martyr’s to the West. They came they saw they cried They chose
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THE PATCHWORK QUILT. Across my bed silently it lies, That patchwork quilt, Its weight is warming, The colours vibrant Cathedral-like stained glass, It many stories tell. Each piece so delicately made It could be sewn By the Tailor
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Two dead blackbirds either side a door A mother lying on her bed, who isn’t any more, A chaos of compassion, a hurricane of fear A wheel of spinning memories, all too near. Children plunging knives into vacant souls
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How do we know when a flower wants to be a flower? How do we know if a horse wants to be a worm? Or a giraffe wants to have short legs? How do we know what moves the very
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A wall rose up to trap ideas And trapping people too, Those who stayed became the East Those who fled the few. Written in the blood of hope Martyr’s to the West. They came they saw they cried They chose
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