Freedom and Loss

“You may go now.
Come, let me loose your bonds.
Yes, caress the scars: there, soothing, isn’t it?
Why, you’re trembling …
Are you cold?
Not afraid, surely?
You’re free now…

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Oleander Fair

Oleander fair;
your head resting on a verdant bank
with starkest lilies for your pillow
reflecting the harsh sunlight to light your grey eyes…

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White Lillies – a gothic love story

When first I saw you,
you were lying on a green bank laughing at the sky
as you watched the clouds scud by
and you saw all kinds of shapes in those clouds
and gasped in awe as the myriad of birds
soared and wheeled through the clouds.

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Smile!

Today, a friend told me of the death
of a close friend of his:
“He was depressed,” he told me,
“but no-one listened.”
He went to the railway station
and threw himself under a train…

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I Have Never Travelled

I regret that I have never traveled far
beyond the borders
of my home:

I have not trekked
across the wild places,
high on a plateau
where I can look across
at a distant horizon
and peaks capped in snow…

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‘Sea Fever’ by John Masefield

I’ve lived in Derby for nearly 30 years now; more than half my life, can you believe? I came here by accident really: I got a job in the area and when my children came along, didn’t really want to uproot them from their friends and their familiar environment. Truth is though, I miss my [...]

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Angel Love

Calke Abbey Estate Church graveyard (4)
Originally uploaded by Myrddin the Wicca Man
Here I lie, my Love, beneath
the sod upon this barren heath.
And in my crypt deep underground,
your forlorn tears my only sound.
But weep not for me, my Angel Love,
for soon your soul, as like the dove,
freed will be from earthly bound
and join me here beneath [...]

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The Edge

Stand on the edge and look down ….
It is so far down that reality blurs
into an abstract haze:
Is it solid ground,
soft verdant green
that will envelop you in its caress as you land?
Is it hard concrete that waits
to shatter-splatter you into a liquid pool?
Is it that empty eternal void
you tumble into night on night,
clutching at your [...]

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Angel’s Keep, a Gothic Vignette

What a strange place this is, hovering between the perpetual dark and the grey light of dawn. It was nowhere you would find on any map. It was said to exist only in the psyche, in that moment between sleep and wakefulness. But I found it and, should these words ever be read, you will know that I am there still …

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