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Best Poems Written by Bronwyn Egan

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Starlight

My eyes were on the ground today,
My heart kicked into dust.
My soul felt full of tears today,
My spirit crumbling rust.

And so I dragged the dog and me,
Into blackness on the hill.
And left the village bright and busy,
For the darkness, soft and still.

Up the rise my steps stepped slowly,
Nightfall: silent, soft and sad.
But on the crest the breeze burst freely,
Rippling, running, laughing, glad!

It tucked my hair behind my ears,
With fingers fine, so I could see
The black night fling a thousand stars,
To pave my path through dark debris.

And then I felt His touch of silver,
And I knew He had my hand,
Felt Love melt the icy shiver
Round my heart, a steel cold band.

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Mountain Rainbow

The heavens wept their icy tears,
Grey clouds heavy, low and brooding.
Looking down my eyes were dark,
My face a frown, the sky reflected.

Looking down I did not see,
The sunlight fling the window wide,
And beg the rain to shower gladness 
On the monkeys' wedding waltzes.

And beg the rain to paint an arch
From silvered shafts it offered free.
By threading colours clad with hope
Through every raindrop's crystal heart.

By threading colours bright with laughter,
Sun and rain sewed up the sky.
They healed the rent that loss had left them,
Darned the damage, rescued faith.

They healed the rent, then brushed my shoulder,
Shyly turned my face to see
The double bow of loves' sweet labour,
Stitching stairs towards the Light. 

The double bow stretched over my sorrow,
Took my grief to fold it close.
Gathered my darkness, gilded it golden,
And lined my clouds in shimmering grace.

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Ga-Hananwa Girl

She was singing,
But I couldn't hear words,
And the dust that she kicked up
Lined legs golden like reeds in the dawn. 

She was smiling, 
But I couldn't know why,
And her dress that was tattered
Whirled dazzling as an African morn.  

She was dancing,
But I couldn't sway with, 
And the bucket she picked up
Watered dust in the place I was born.

She was laughing,
But I couldn't look long,
And her bundle she gathered
Set free smiles not a sadness forlorn.

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The Cage

I was less than the spark at the start of the flame,
When You fashioned my cage out of Truth's rules and morals.

I was fresh from the morning and sparkling with dew,
When the breath of Your kiss blew my soul into fire.

The wires around me were golden with sunlight,
A promise of safety, a paean to Love.

And the barrier was bright and grew ever stronger,
For each day I polished away the world's dirt.

By learning and following and pointing due North,
By smiling obedience and pleased acquiescence.

While You watched and encouraged, so close I could feel You,
Your arms holding me in my cage, like a cradle.

But I grew and my cage seemed to shrink and to tarnish,
The wires became fragile, my gaze wandered wide.

Beyond and between the bars and the fence posts,
I could see the green valley where butterflies beckoned.

They were free, flying gaily over rivers and forests,
Gaudy and giddy and swept up by the wind,

Which giggled and blew them where I wished to be,
Away from my cage and Your harness of Love.

So I turned and I twisted and watched all directions,
To see where those wings with their promises were lifted.

And the wires, neglected, grew rickety and rusted.
They twisted, like me, from disuse and damage.

And finally broke; bent, bowed and exhausted,
From fighting desires wrenching me from their grasp.

So I raced through the wreckage and joined in the fun,
To dance for myself and fly wild in the moonlight.

To grab every moment and clasp to my heart,
All life's pleasures and fancies and pearly delights.

But the clouds that I reached for on that first night's crazed flight
Were empty of substance, effervescently bright.

They burst and they vanished as soon as I touched them
And I fell in a haze of dizzying delusion.

I woke with a jolt on fresh green in the open,
And far in the distance a golden haze glowed.

It was the cage that I'd fled in my madness and muddle
And now it was clear the mistake that I'd made.

Yes, the cage was a prison, iron bars, a great barrier,
But the reason was not what I thought it to be.

It was built in the middle of earth's beautiful vista,
A prison housing all of life's selfish deceptions.

A cage for our demons; to cage them and not us!
Leaving us safe to explore all the paths Love could lead us.

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Climate Change

We’ve been lighting our candles for aeons and aeons
And blowing the fumes to the faeries,
Thinking they’d take them and magically make them
Into a soul subscription.

And it seemed like a boon for ages on ages,
As we powered up our flying machines.
As we painted our night times with glorious white lights
And turned all our labour to leisure.

But the faeries were blowing the smoke back on our birthplaces,
Smothering our legacies in sand.
They were choking our homelands with grime from our fires
And fastening our souls to earth's shackles.

But we were so busy with garnering our wealth,
And harvesting heat from below,
That we turned our eyes from our dry withered forests
And blocked out the burning wind rows.

And now as we crack open our rivers; break into our fields,
We see how little we’ve left.
We try to stop leaks in the stores that we’ve squandered,
With contracts we just never keep.

And the faeries laugh louder as the fumes grow bolder
And they snatch at the bounty they’re given.
While all the while our lost children’s future
Grows fainter with their fast fading breathing.

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Whisper Prayer

I must have breathed a whisper-prayer,
A single strand of softest silk,
It must have floated through earth’s clouds
And, caught in current’s upward stair, 
Tangled in my angel’s hair.

She must have borne it Heaven-wards,
This thought I barely knew was there,
It must have drowsed in sorrow' s dreams
And, woken with the warmth of tears,
Poured its woes into her ears.

She therefore knew though I did not,
That deep inside I tried in vain,
It must have sighed my sad regret,
And spoke of steps I tripped and stumbled,
As beneath my feet earth crumbled.

For though we feel it's our will only,
Pulling us away from ruin,
It must be His that lifts us skywards,
And His strength that lends our prayer
Angel wings in our despair.

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Lisa

She's a tree with the heart of her hewn out and hollowed,
Hardened by lightning but healed by the rain.
And those precious jewels she collected in pain;
Cherished, they sanded and smoothed the rough grain.

Though within her the darkness was whole and complete,
Each fingertip glistened with a golden green leaf.
So whilst we all worried, “was she mad with her grief?”
She had wrapped safe her memories in an evergreen sheaf.

Now from these life grows like a tree blessed in spring.
From this quiver of sadness love's arrows fly homewards.
Though their shafts have been crafted from sorrow's sharp shards,
Their arrow tips shine like the star gypsy's cards.

So don't bury your love when your loved one flies on.
Remember their laughter, their smile curving softly,
Feel them lifting your heart up when your heart is too weary,
And let their love for you live in the gifts you give freely.

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Tell Them

You can go round in circles,
Defining being loving. 
Just you try. 
Because it’s killing you doing all the tasks is it not? 
All the chores that are pointless and entropy chasing. 
No one does.
See you pick up the broom, the bucket, the spade,
Zip your lips bite your tongue,
This is love.
Watch them oblivious drifting around you,
Books, cars, computers and music
While you work.
But it breaks when you don’t tell them, don’t talk,
It hurts when you don’t say, never ask
For their help.
Because then it’s too late you’ve moved on,
You’ve left in your mind long ago, can’t come back.
Which is wrong.
It was you all along not talking, not acting,
Not thinking they were strong, could make it, could take it, could cope.
Could not share.
Which is making a martyr, not loving your loved ones,
Not opening up so they can help make you happy,
Make you strong,
Make you loved.....

Stop you leaving

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Moon

Tonight I saw the burning copper moon slip slowly down,
Sliding between the secret silky blackness separating day from night,
Softly she drew the covers over, masking the day's memory in velvet darkness, 
Star scattered with light.

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Tonight

Tonight is a night for the poets,
When words are set free to soar,
Flying heroes and madness and silver lined sadness
To the moon sailing silent above.

Tonight is a lover's night lonely,
With words drifting lost amongst clouds,
Crafting fairytale princes and girls amongst cinders
Blowing kisses sprinkled with love.

Tonight is a faraway dream,
From the time when words glittered like stars,
As they shone from the stories my mother read softly,
While the night nestled in like a dove.