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The Cottage II
Where are we now
Back to square one
Thrown to the beginning
Or have we moved on?
As the season changes
The cycle does reap
An autumnal harvest
That tastes just as sweet
There’s no place like home
Unearthed and unearthly
insecurity and fear still roam
Driven, dark and dirty
Trying to live the dream
Fucking, fighting and broken
...Sunday 3rd March 2013 8:20 am
Wedding Day
Stood alone
grounded by grey rock
papoosed tight in your arms
an altar before the Atlantic
commanding, tumulus ocean
serves as our priest
Two shells
brought from sandy shelter
where we consummated our love
gives us two rings to keep
fraught, fragile commitment
regardless of reality
You whisper
echoed by breaking wave
“Just you and me against the world...
Sunday 28th October 2012 9:35 am
Crossing
Paralysed, struck flat on my back
Irish sea sprays up a malady
leaches through impervious skin
And drifts my reliant apathy
Slow boat rocks, judders beneath
Bearing to shadowed grey land
Clouds reach down tentatively
Brushing the back of my hand
Far away, two children mourn
Loss of a mother who slips
Away with waves to another love
Another time, where...
Sunday 14th October 2012 8:42 am
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