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Ritual
Ritual
It is a grey morning
I am awake early
The backdoor is open
And cool air enters the kitchen
My father is on his knees
Scrubbing a wire brush
On the fire grate
Newspapers on the floor
He takes a rag
And pours black lead
Onto the stiffened fibres
Then he smears it
Onto the scrubbed surfaces
He balls up the newspaper
And throws it on the hearth
...Saturday 30th May 2020 2:34 pm
A Reflection Within A Reflection
I Remember Never Wanting It To
End, Like Always,
Fear Of The Over.
Is It Nearly Almost Over?
It’s Like,
Every Time I Smile
I’m A Liar To Myself.
Like You’re Looking At Me……
Happy Or Guilty?
We Look….
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:38 am
Past's Prologue
The trees still sentinel stood
their green leaves whispering
rustling gently in the wood
in the same soft breeze
and I know some summer birds
sang in their canopy
a requiem without words
'neath the same blue sky
that through every passing year
quietly watched over me
safe within Ceredig's sphere
It has been too long a time
since our firs...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 2:20 pm
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