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Hen dŷ
This old farm cottage of mine
keeps all my years safe
for it knows my secret ways
and remembers
There are shadows in the shadows
but in some rooms
my sons have hidden smiles
to lead me in
There is more solitude indoors
but here and there
she has retained a past caress
to warm me
The old mirror we found at market
still retains her ghost
which...
Tuesday 16th January 2018 4:05 pm
(aɪˈdəʊlɒn)
now those eidolic dread horses have scarred your slumber, passed 9, passed 10, and even your furniture has silent, open mouthed, nightmares over the too soon dead, dead school friends who never ended their crossings and see, see, she stoops, in shroud ghastly knelt as in prayer but you can’t see, see through the tricks of light that scream “she is there”, your crumpling chest boiling as the bo...
Sunday 27th April 2014 12:54 pm
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