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Michelle Makepeace Poem
Show me what you see each day
Through your sparkling eyes of greens and browns
Do you see the smiles, the tears and frowns
On children's faces as they play
Can you see beyond to the lilac heathers
to the mountains tied with ribbons of snow
Where the Red Grouse rest wearing rufous-brown feathers.
Tell me what you hear each day
Where life stands still in your darkness deep
Where the Waterboatman lavae sleep
Do you hear the laughter as children play
Come twilight can you hear the Nightjar call
In the heathland broken by clumps of trees
And the cattle defended by sturdy wall.
Whisper what you feel each day
As small fingers tickle do you laugh and dance
Under the stepping stones of risk and chance
Do you feel their hearts slow down from play
Can you feel the chill when the sun fades in the west
When the motion has ceased and the lands laid to rest
Don't answer these questions,I think you know best.
By Michelle Makepeace
Copyright © Michelle Makepeace | Year Posted 2009
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Michelle Makepeace Poem
I see you're back again
to haunt me like a tumour within
each time growing that little bit more to remind me
of the terror and pain.
No matter how much I try to scrub away
your squalid presence refuses to fade
from the place you adopted to keep her alive
in my thoughts, in my mind every day I try
to conceal your metallic stench but I find that you thrive on my fear of being unveiled
to the world, to myself
I ask what there is left
of this person I observe in front of me I see
you feasting on the cracks of the clay
in the way you coursed through her veins every day
I am living on the edge of existence with she
who betrayed our holy pledge, now she stays
encased in her premature grave with you by her side
as her storyteller, her guide to the truth on display
your red rivers like bloodroots* for me
come what may.
* a woodland plant of eastern North America with white flowers and a red root.
By Michelle Makepeace
Copyright © Michelle Makepeace | Year Posted 2009
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