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Mary's awake,

sipping a cup of camomile to soothe her smile,

her eyes sparkle wide with the breeze-whisper,

her mind hearing a girl playing laughing games beneath the copper beech.

 

Tonight untamed

she will embrace a plume of falling stars as soft as feathery rain,

blush the earth with lust and tears,

ghost into a past.

 

Arriving late

I find her curled beneath the old tree,

the rusted leaves hushed with dew,

her face as pale as the lifeless moon.

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Mary's

sipping a cup of camomile to soothe her smile,

her eyes sparkle wide with the breeze-whisper,

her mind hearing a girl playing laughing games beneath the copper beech.

 

Tonight untamed

she will embrace a plume of falling stars as soft as feathery rain,

blush the earth with lust and tears,

ghost into a past.

 

Arriving late

I find her curled beneath the old tree,

the rusted leaves hushed with dew,

her face as pale as the lifeless moon.

 

 

Hello Badger

This is written with beautifully imagery throughout, as in eg, "a plume of falling stars as soft as feathery rain", enchanting.

A joy to read/ well done. Any insight in to last stanza?

Best wishes

Rea

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The speaker's and Mary's world is somewhere between the scientifically and religiously exact. I imagine it's far north in the northern hemisphere, and it extends from the ground to just outside the earth's atmosphere. There beneath the unobtrusive stars, more distant than they appear from Earth, is the place in which they meet. It's bound by the laws of the known universe, yet at the same time it's a place where they've been granted a reprieve: God is not watching there; perhaps He's off tending to something else.

 

Tony

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Thank you Rea and Tony. The thread of stories to folktales, myths, and beliefs is always there for context - consciously and otherwise. Perhaps my 'insight' Rea is to start with 'I imagine', the personal experience may thread to the poet's intention, and if it doesn't...it still may reveal some 'insight'.

 

many thanks both

 

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Hi Badge.

I read this excellent poem with some sadness.

It prompted me to think of visiting a loved one in a nursing home. Benjamin

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I'm sorry this brought you sad memories B.

 

My intention is always to write happy poems, but usually the words tell me otherwise.

 

take care

 

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abstrect-christ

nicely done in imagery and expression.

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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Hi Badge, The imagery in this piece is beautiful. I was a bit confused by the opening line.... I kept asking Mary's what? For me a word is missing. But getting past the first line, I was affected by the words as melancholy. I thought of friends forgotten and was prompted to make contact.

 

~~Tink

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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thanks Tink. The opening was a little experiment, that doesn't quite deliver so I've amended. Appreciate the nudge and pleased that this has nudged you to contact some friends.

 

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