Andromeda When they chained you to your post, did you think of duty then, stripped of your dignity like spring lambs sheared of their wool for the first time. No. You did not. You fought with all the weapons of a woman; you loosed your tongue and cried your tears but still they betrayed you. They tied your hands with callous chains and pressed their shallow guilt againt your naked...

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Persephone's Creek (April 2009)

She'd have lived but for the shoes,
I'll not forget the irony in that.

When we were young, she had more blisters
on her feet than freckles on her nose
and would sooth her terraced toes
by mine, in Persephone's Creek,
half caught between the underworld and here.

She would prophecy of dresses,
wish for a fedora
(which I a...

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Orange Peel and Apple Pips There must be more to life than this: a winter wind and withered kiss upon these frozen, sun-parched lips; just orange peel and apple pips. We're living on remains of death with bottle caps, recycled breath, and feeble rays of advent light illuminate brash Beauty's blight. There's less to love than fragile Rose who blooms in seldom summer prose. We're ...

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Finger in the Dust (April 2009)

I could close the curtains
and they didn't shrivel at my touch
or fall, dissolve and split
like hair-line fractures of the flesh
(and birthday candles).

I could hear my children
and they didn't lie so still,
their faces marked by rose-bud moss
that grew and settled in the pores
(still beautiful).

I could fold their smiles
to fit i...

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I thought I'd start with an old poem. I'm not entirely sure how this site works yet so bare with me and I'd be grateful for any tips! I hope you like it, Heather xx Billy and the Flowers In my garden, flowers were like friends; with their sultry bodies, up-turned heads simmering in the acrid air. But then; the plague came. Billy said we'd die. Good, I thought. My flowers ...

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