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Magpie

One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow - must this always be my fate?
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow, never destined to meet my mate.

The solitude of the magpies existence,
Weighs heavy on my heart.
I salute the magpie - a recognition of its sorrow,
Parallel to my own as the magpie departs.

One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow, the magpies eye catches mine
"Good morning Mr magpie how's your wife?"
A mutual bond is all that's known.

Suddenly a flash of black and White fills my sight,
Another magpie, the magpie is his wife,
Happiness fills the empty void,
Didn't you know magpies mate for life?

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An Ode To My Body

I felt the butterflies kiss the 
emptiness of my womb.
I knew you were there before I 
knew. 
The pride in your fathers eyes. 
As inside me you grew.

The stretching straining as my 
muscles turned, twisted and 
then torn.
Never did I once complain.
The love ingrained in my smile, 
constantly worn. 

Four days I laboured.
Euphoric, exhausted and 
hallucinogenic in state. 
Your father never left my side. 
The operation - silence lasted a 
lifetime. 
As we waited to hear your fate. 

They cut, they pulled, we 
waited.
An apprehensive tear down my 
cheek did roll. 
The fear was palpable. 
Your cry, like a siren my heart 
it consoled. 

My body bears the scars.
My mind, my heart and soul
In your gratitude will forever 
be. 
The greatest gift - you brought 
my son to me.

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Secret

Words slice the core of my heart,
Catch my breath.
Breathless.
The pit of my stomach screams with anguish.
Teeth clench so hard, they shake in revulsion.

A sudden heat wave of nausea,
Sweeps the periphery.
Weak and weaker the knees collapse beneath the burden.
The hairs erect, their bitter scorn tears through my skin.
A shudder shakes through the entirety. 

The mouth is dry; the Tongue curls, longing for reassurance,
Swallow, hard but still no morsel of satisfaction to be had.
Fierce desperate nails embed themselves into the palms, 
Only to be juxtaposed against the senseless stream of sweat 
Drenching it's surface.

Eyelids cascade with a deep sigh of knowing,
Knowing all to well this feeling of betrayal,
Betrayal the body recognises and smiles as it's friend.
The burning power of knowledge, in drolet form, 
Falls from the mirrors of the soul.

Skull swells with flashing images,
Words and symbols,
Eyes gorge wide.
A shiver meanders at haste down the spine,
As the complexion stagnates grey.

The truth be known, too little and too late.

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Devon

Rape-seed inhaled with every 
inward breath,
Gold dust radiates telling of 
springtime’s untimely death,
Branches twist in the suns 
silhouette,
Perfectly framed in the blazing 
nectarine sunset.
 
A pastoral turquoise and teal 
cloak 
Disturbed as foals escapade, 
racing for the shore. 
Radiant sea diamonds 
encrusted in their eyes. 
Eventually disintegrating into 
the sand to be no more.  

The razor blade edges, 
caressed by the ebb of the 
ocean. 
Gods watchers dance in the 
amethyst night.
Ships glide the tepid waters of 
summer
- guided by a beaming ray of 
light.

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The Seed of Forgiveness

The soil, moist yet infertile - baron.
As the click of the season is heard,
The seed of forgiveness lays,
Unperturbed.

Glorious rays of golden magnitude,
Against the sky's vast charcoal sphere, 
The terror was imagined,
Nothing but fear.

Furious, flowing breath,
Enters the seed, exasperating life.
The hatred vanishes, removed,
As is the knife.

The sees blossoms,
In new growth,
Maturity and courage surrounds the seed,
Forgiveness is felt, by both.

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Autumn

The lids of my heavy eyes flutter to widen,
The velvet of night caresses my skin.
My bones creek like ancient monuments,
My nerves are shattered by that incessant din.

As my mind rouses to sustenance,
The sharp spray of ice is absorbed by my face.
A faint glow of golden orange in the landscape appears,
The crisp smell of the season change in all it's autumnal grace.

Discontent and annoyance fades,
like the sun of summers gone by.
I step out into this glorious colour pallet, embrace the taste, the smell,
as the chill of the wind steals a tear from my eye.

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The Raven

Silence so turbulent it echo's with every bang on the drum,
A faint deep sigh of the sea,
every once in a while is heard,
The deep cloak of night is worn,
Still the raven waits, 
waits patiently to hear her call.

The horizon stands grounded, 
concrete.
Adjacent to her dreams.
Her eyes widen and pierce the nights thickness.
The deepest, sincerest sapphire.
Her intent, her generosity is blazing
For all the night to see.

The chains that bound the raven, 
so suffocating,
Stifle the beauties soul,
The clasp breaks, her wings expand, 
she takes to flight.
The moon shadows the silhouette, 
glistening charcoal.

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Cesarean

A dark whispering fear clogs 
my mind like an old Victorian 
chimney, unswept for decades. 
An over anxious lump sticks to 
my throat like the mucus of a 
thousands deadly plagues. 
Insomniac mist settles on my 
eyelids only to be disturbed by 
the halluigenic patterns of the 
wallpaper dancing in 3D before 
my eyes.
The pit of my stomach like an 
endless well. 
Hot irons impending their 
flames with every twist of my 
sleepless night. 
My instinctual nature alive, 
alert and awakened - my 
civilised mind screams for 
sleep. 
The shadows pull my eyes into 
a satanic blank stare. 
My reflection is only 
recognisable by habit. 
The clock - tick tocks. 
Dawn breaks. 
Only to begin again.

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Labyrinths

Strained eyes are lost, smouldering ash.
Transparent silver glazed skin.
Limbs as rigid as bone.
Voices speak to me, voices of sin.

Iced breath rises like steam.
A deathly grip, locking flesh tight.
A wildfire alights my chest.
This insomnia’s lustful whim is with night.

Thoughts recycled, not nearly new.
Lost in the labyrinths of time.
The prism of light disperses,
But I am still colour-blind.