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Year of the Acorn

Year of the Acorn
(For my Father who
has Parkinsons &
Alzheimer's)
22/12/12  21:21
pm

Out on a winter walk
one day
you solemnly put an
acorn into my hand.
Something in my head
whispered
"Keep it safe
and he'll be safe".
I kept it to this
day.

Year one.
One candle on my
cake,
burned into my
mind's eye forever.
You took a
photograph
to keep me in the
picture.

Year four.
My sister arrived in
the world. 
You took me to feed
the swans.
Back home
she greeted us with
screams.
I fled, covering my
ears.

Year thirteen.
Mother told me the
facts of life.
You kept well out of
it.

Year nineteen,
A disco at the end
of a long, quiet
road.
You always drove me
safely there and
back.
You were judge and
jury
of all boyfriends.

Year twenty three.
You gave me away
to the best
boyfriend of all.

A montage of eras
replay in the bright
lens of memory
till the year of the
walk
and the acorn.

And I kept it safe
so you'd be safe,
only now it looks
cracked and old;
not quite like an
acorn

and you are not
quite like you.

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All In Good Time

All in Good Time
Sara L Russell, 28/2/14, 00:30

Given time
the inner eye of memory sees with softer reverie,
as through a muslin curtain; softly veiled and far away -
and how temptingly tranquil seem the waters of the past.

Given time
lost minutes lengthen into hours, to long-remembered days,
lost words that needed saying fall like petals in the rain
Turning slowly in the air until they fade to dust at last.

Given time
a distant haunting melody's translated into sighs
birdsong at morning lilting like a glimmering of streams;
and moments of reflection spill too swiftly through our hands.

Given time
dry leaves fly through the chilly air and scatter in the sky
summer will have her finery returned from green to gold,
and snow will cover everything, like time's relentless sands.

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Song of the Sirens

Song of the Sirens
Sara L Russell 29th Sept 2011 00:01am

Come cease thy journey, come to us
Odysseus, Odysseus,
Come silently away;
We'll kiss thee all and everywhere, beneath the ocean's spray.

Oh we are warm and finely made
We yearn for thee, be not afraid
Come close to us this night,
We'll make thee tremble with desire, like beating wings in flight

I dreamed I lightly kissed thy hair
Odysseus, tis true I swear,
Then kisses to thy chest;
Which swiftly ventured lower, at thy shivering behest.

Discard thy garments, yield to us
Odysseus, Odysseus,
Come to our warm caress;
We'll make thee sing the notes coherent words cannot express.

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Last Rite of Passage

Last Rite of Passage
(for Elizabeth) 30th January 03:11am

Through towering colonnades of stars
She rises with the daybreak's fire,
As angels strum on lute and lyre
And frost sparkles like fractured glass;

And when dark clouds have filled your eyes
Pray do not yield to let them cry;
For she is where the white doves fly
Amid the glades of Paradise.

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Madame Butterfly

Madame Butterfly
Sara L Russell 10th July 2012

The painted lady waiting in the wings
Now parts her lips to sing her lover's name;
She enters, arms spread outwards as she sings
Like some fantastic orchid made of flame.

She scatters fragrant petals in the hall
And yet more petals round the master bed
Her sweet song echoes like a linnet's call
Her swirling silks are edged with golden thread.

Then comes a telegram from overseas
To say her love will not return again
The lady falls, still singing, to her knees;
Her heartbeat speeds, like wings beating in vain.

Such is the way of love made through a lie;
Like chloroform, to kill a butterfly.

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Mr Trumpington-Trump

Mr. Trumpington-Trump
  was a powerful fat cat
and his unruly hair ruffled this way and that
  and he said what he thought
with great drama and noise
 and he had a big territory with big toys

Mr. Trumpington-Trump
  wanted to make a wall
on the border of Mexico, built very tall
  and no-one understood
why he wanted it so
  for they loved eating tacos, and liked Mexico

Mr. Trumpington-Trump
 did not like terrorists
and the very thought made his claws curl into fists
 and immigration
made him fluff up and hiss
 there were few things that made him more angry than this.

Mr. Trumpington-Trump
  is not fluffy or sweet
he would never roll over at anyone's feet
  and he is to this day
still alive and healthy
  and still, to his people, a great frenemy.

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Mr Darcys Sleepless Night

Mr. Darcy's Sleepless Night
by Sara L. Russell 2005

Elizabeth! All heaven breathes the name
Whereon abject desire became impaled!
Whose accusations cast me into shame;
So difficult to please - and I have failed.

To have been roundly hated from the start,
Where I supposed she meant only to tease!
Would that those subtle glances stilled my heart
And I had never felt such agonies.

Elizabeth! What kind of sorceress,
What vengeful angel, what siren of pain,
What torturer would have love's slave confess,
Only to throw such ardour back again?

Sweet mercy, take her spectre from my eyes,
Lest dreams bring torment when the lamplight dies.

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Pools of Longing

Pools of Longing
Sara L Russell, July 9th, 03:11am

That it might come back to me, that sweet sensation,
When i would reach out my arms across the cool light blue ripples
and push off from the side.

Then would i glide 
out across the water, as a white crane glides across the sunset,
as a white cloud hurries brightly on a warm southerly breeze.

There are trees
when I go walking; butterflies and wild flowers too. They seem 
comfort enough for a short time, in parklands and along the lanes.

There are trains
I may never ride on, there are buses I am still rethinking,
There is time enough for drinking in the the cafes and the bars;

But oh my stars,
what would I give to go back swimming,
gliding weightless once again, free as the birds that skim the sky.

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Holding the Light

Sara L Russell, 10/10/16 

So if we are light beings, then is the aura a fountain of white
  diamond fire reflecting the sun, dancing in the air
in a million drops of exploding starlight from the seventh universe.
  If we are light beings, we are beholden to shun the darkness.

Always shun the darkness, for it is full of the shadows of djinn;
  those shadow people know your comings and goings,
behold, they are legion, they hunt the starlight children
 fly like a moth to the light; since it holds only the luminescence of love.

We are light, we are strong, we are wingbeats of angels,
  we are the blameless abiders of law from our leaders,
like a million dancing raindrops, we can weather the maelstroms,
  holding the light as a feather; since it is fragile and needs our belief.

And if we are light beings, being lighter than air or arias,
  then is the aura like haloes of sunbeams reflected in sea;
only then we are free to ascend in the spirit of freedom,
 being the love light and keepers of tranquility.

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Acrostic Message To the Agnostic

Acrostic Message to the Agnostic
Sara L. Russell 6th September 2019.

Just when you think all is lost
Even friends may seem to desert you
Sinking your thoughts into despair;
Understand that you are loved.
Serenity’s protective wings enfold you.

Let your cares fly away in the four winds.
One bright sun will shine upon you,
Vestiges of pain will fade away,
Even sorrow will desert you
Sending anxiety far from you.

Youth's careless caprice comes and goes.
Only God is eternal.
Undying faith through His Son will save you.