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Shall We?

Shall We? 

 

Shall we put the kettle on

Shall we make a cup of tea

Would you like to watch our favourite film ~

We could snuggle on our old settee

 

Shall we light the open fire

Should we scatter cushions on the floor

Should we cuddle up with our smelly dog

And live what our hearts most desire

 

Can we just have an early night

And read each other poetry

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Wolf Moon.

 

Wolf Moon

 

Slow is the night stretching out before my blue eyes

The lily is gasping as she swallows the light

And softly, so softly, I tip-toe into the snow

In search of the wolf moon to soothe my soul

 

Lost little girl deep in the woods

Finds friendship and peace beneath the old wisened tree

Whispering winds caressing the back of her knees

 

Wolf moon, oh, ...

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A Thousand Times and More.

A Thousand Times and More. 

I’ve forgiven you a thousand times
Myself a thousand more
These scars do not belong to me
They’ve been cast along the shore

I’ve heard it’s already written
They say true love is destined
We were born with our lover’s name
Carved into our skin

The moon will always
Cast it’s light
On lovers meant to be
But there’s a blind spot in the moonlight

And it’...

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I am Woman.

I am woman 

I am child 

I am mother

I’m a lover 

 

I’m a whore

I’m a nun

I am pure

And I am evil

 

I am the one you

Love to love

I’m the one you choose

To hate

 

I am the one who

Cuts you deep

I am the one that

Heals your scars

 

I’m the woman

Of your dreams

I’m the one

Who tears you at the seams

 

I am woman

I am lover

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Cry, Annie, Cry!

Cry, Annie, cry!

Cold in the grave full of secrets watered in pain

I wonder do they see you as I see the woman

Named Annie, birthed from the stomach of a starved lioness

 

Cry, Annie, cry

Scream out your suffering to a world asking why?

No longer a place where your anguish is misunderstood

 

Annie

Did your tears stop

On the day that you died?

 

Clare Kinnaird...

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The Unravelling.

The Unravelling. 

 

You were just one moment

But it felt like a lifetime

To me

 

One stitch in a tapestry

That unravelled 

Without you there

 

Now I carry you

Like a mist

That cannot be grasped

 

Always slipping away

While clouding my vision

Of tomorrow 

 

Your absence weighting my feet

In memories

Of what could have been

 

I blink ...

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And If I Never Met You.

And if I never met you.

 

And if I never met you

I wonder, would this day still wrap around me

In a thousand shades of grey?

Perhaps the tender raindrops 

Would never have had a reason to settle in this place.

 

And if I never met you

I guess I’d still believe the world was cruel

I’d see shadows instead of rainbows

Or suffocate in clouds

As they smothered skies ...

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Cornwall in January.

Cornwall in January. 

 

Church bells ringing through the rain

Seagull perched upon the highest rooftop

Blackbirds skating through the sky

 

Clouds sobbing against my windowpane

Chimney tops spluttering like an old man in pain

A congregation of little houses huddled undercover of black slate

 

Jostling for a view of the sea

Blotted out by a sheet of grey—

This is...

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