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This place that was my home

lies between the shadow

and the stone

that hugs the crumbling earth.

I walk alone

and see the monoliths that rise

above the line that marks my place.


I watch the sky


remembering how the stars spelt out my name

and how we spoke together

in that place where shadows hide the sun.

You showed me how to read the tumbling die,

and how to see those things as yet to come.

You taught me how to close my mind and fly,

and how to grasp the scorpions twisted tail.


CHINESE WHISPERS. (for David Kelly) ►


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Dorothy Webb

Wed 10th Apr 2019 20:35

Thank you laura for reading and commenting

and thank you all for the flowers I really do appreciate them.


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Laura Taylor

Wed 10th Apr 2019 13:18

Lovely poem this

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