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Lauren became paralysed suddenly overnight,
When she developed firm transverse myelitis,
An inflammation of the spinal cord, a huge fright,
Which gave no feeling chest down, a mantis.
Born 24 April 1998, she comes from Birmingham,
In Bromsgrove District in the area Cotton Hackett,
Where she sat her A-levels which got her a gram,
At Oxford Brookes Uni as a law undergraduate.
Originally a wheelchair racer with many medals,
At the junior level for sprinting and distance middle,
She’s now in trunk and arms mixed double sculls,
Coupling with Laurence Whitely to warmly griddle.
Lauren only began the sport of rowing in 2015,
And rose through the ranks with speed and creed,
In 2015 in France the pair won silver real clean,
And in Rio they rowed to gold at tremendous speed.
October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.
Hey, can you tell me...?
I halt. I turn...
Cold earth. Colder blade dimpling my skin.
My coral cameo earrings scatter,
daisy-dotting the green.
My back is spiked by needles of yews.
Sun skews, sky side-slides
until his face is the firmament.
I'm staring into the tumid blank-bloat of blue;
the ground hardening beneath me,
the death-spike trees stiffening.
Heavy Special Brew breaths.
Grubby, moist fingers
like grubs crawling over my breasts,
and, weirdly, I'm smelling pepper -
horror-spice of pungent lust,
its acrid nose-thrust -
and woodsmoke is drifting from somewhere...
lung-flame, tongue-flames
of searing words - his words -
blazing like the umber tumbling leaves.
Please...Please...I'll...
Fear-forced bargaining, but I'm beyond care.
And I'm aware
of the church steeple rising,
its phallus penetrating sky.
The tilting church could topple
as tears crystal-crush in my eyes.
Fear-faint, already half gone
in a soundless scream, my muted mouth
mouths silent goodbyes
to Sarah, to Mum.
Time slows to a crawl.
I try to call. Nobody comes
but the man who has me ground-pinned.
Bleachy stink of semen
whitening my ripped skater skirt,
but some things don't fade
and there is no clean in this, just dirt,
wet leaf-mulch, shame.
Ineradicable hurt.
Sacred soil is soiled, sullied.
Stunned, I stumble
shoeless, knickerless,
into the trees and heave
into the mud, into the leaves
strings of spittle-sick,
my thoughts strung out,
reality spun out.
From stinking, pulped leaves I retrieve
crushed coral earrings,
ground-grimy knickers,
my white court shoes
that whitely scream the 90s,
the scattered tatters of essays -
white, like fallen feathers, sunk in the sludge,
muddied, the red-inked words bloodied.
I gather them together.
Gather myself.
I go
forward into my future, stained from pain
and tainted touch, the smears of fear, self-disgust.
And oozing slime-soft into my ears
the mire of incongruous apology: I'm sorry
don't tell anyone - I won't.
I don't.
S-tars whirling through midnight black skies, whitely,
U-rged on by the Milky Way, twinkling quite brightly.
M-adcap moon in a romance dance over sapphire earth,
M-eaningful though mild, in the precincts of her birth!
E-arly morning lemon clouds sweep by tall mountaintops,
R-acing the redbirds, as emerald toads do froggy hops.
D-aily masquerade ball of a red sun's splash and dash,
A-nd the mysterious wind, giving vivid blooms whiplash!
N-ebulous green waves, undulate seductively into foam,
C-ameo appearances of butterflies, in acutely green homes.
E-ach noon intensely golden, each tango new, though olden!
A Kind of Winter
Never to see you turn and smile
or smell your rain-wet hair
or feel your hand or hear your voice
or look into your heart-full eyes
or hold you when you cry
'til Sun and laughter come again
is a kind of Winter,
as now when city, meadow, river field
are numb with cold and lashed by rain
that bends us in rebuke
of our too prodigal Spring.
But Sun and Spring will come again
painting trees and flowers, grass and sky
green yellow red and blue
and water freed from snow will dance
seaward through the clover fields
past celebrating birds to sunlit shore
where my wildly beating heart
searching horizons of blue sky
someday may see your homeward sail
sparkling whitely at farthest edge
of the infinite blue-green, dancing sea.
Release the beauty of a winter morning
and soar me to the crystal lakes of awe
its where the snow slow shines to bring
the memory of a soaring raven's caw
glide me to the sunny rays of mountain tops
where all stands still in silent whitely snow
loose me ever slow & share the afterglow
of a shimmering hill's snowdrop
songs of unicorns symphonically surround
the eyes of those who look and truly see
it is a place where poets find their ground
writing sonnets of loveliness and beauty
Release me to the moment of a winter day
where all the seagulls fly, above the bay …
March 11, 2019
There is still frost on the roof tops and I wonder about all the silver haired souls
that are wondering why they are being moved, by whitely dressed ghosts
I know its a comfort to know they got to be old but before they leave the coast,
I hope and pray they get to be surrounded by those who loved them the most;
Nurses and caretakers have been underpaid and over stretched in their vocation,
they are the ones who take care of our mothers and fathers , it is not a vacation.
Recall when you were a child, how precious you were to them and how they cared,
no one dared mistreat you in a spiteful way, for near your heroes they never dared.
What kind of protection can we offer our dying parents, from this virus hoobaloo ?
Show up at their windows, send them rainbows and flowers made of paper
bring food and masks and goofy made home made cards, until this comes to taper.
Remember the streaks of your mothers blond hair and the flour on the counter space
Remember the crease of your fathers laughter lines, how he loved you with such grace
The broken dolls of yesterday, are the soldiers and heroes who fight a new war today
in nursing homes and in solitary domes, houses unattended, they carry no ray...
So remember this, if you see frost on your roof top today and think of mom and dad,
think of all the good things they gave you, cuz if you dont', now that would be very sad.
"Blue Dress"
Temptation
Green as an
Apple
Blue
into the arms
of Hell
Red
"LIFE"
Read
the bite of an Apple
Stopped me short
and
YOU,
despite
all
Yellow Brick Road
Tornadoes
Stood by me
Silent, still, strong and
eloquent
Where is Love sung?
Love is sung
in the
Blue Notes
Dressed in Blue
The letters of a spell
undressed and unravelled
covert under cover
Manifestation sings softly
as you turn over
Jade eyes reflecting
Green four leaf clovers
floating deep in
Secret Oceans of Blue
"Where Do I Belong?"
The Key is held
on a tongue
passed with a dream,
on Mid Summer Night's
Jubilee kiss
from Forest of Arden
MAGIC.
The key is passed
through the Daemon's
Mirrors -
HOME.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Into Temptation / Crowded House
https://youtu.be/fSa1o_vT0EI
1. Brett Whitely
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brett_Whiteley
2. Brett Whitely Studio
https://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/brett-whiteley-studio/
3. Lyrics: Into Temptation / Crowded House
https://genius.com/Crowded-house-into-temptation-lyrics
4. Daemon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daemon_(classical_mythology)
The morning comes, dawning
whitely, and I arise once more --
mind meandering, sleepily yawning,
sunlight creeping through the door.
My cat demands his morning meal
while distant church bells faintly peal
and traffic sounds invade the room.
Coffee briskly brews; my cat begins to groom.
I grab a glass of breakfast juice -- minutes pass
as I drink it down. I get the paper from the grass,
brush off the dew, read the news,
the comic strips and op-ed views.
My coffee cools. Dumb opinions heat me up.
To calm myself, I re-warm my now too-cold cup,
then turn on music's wordless charmng psalm:
No rapping please -- just this sweet, melodic balm.
Quote by: Mystic Rose
When imagination flies like a wingeth butterfly of joy
towards the ladder of hope, inside a deep blue sky,
I am there, I am there, ... I am everywhere !
Climb me to the stars my friend
so my silver dollar eyes can feast on light
Ascend me to the moon and let me watch assurgent blues
sweet mingle with the puffy whitely clouds;
Like the birds in the sky that soar higher than the peeks
like the eagle that rises unshackled, by earth's re-forge
climb me to the heavens in one single breath ...
like all the beautiful things born of wings
Help me mount God's Kingdom of Love,
and it is there that you will find me,
I will be there, I will be there, I will be everywhere !
August 19 2022/b>