Baby answers cooing bird on vine
Copper and bronze ignite the sea
House yawns in preparation for the day
Boards sings the song of naked feet… 85 more words
6 hours, 55 minutes ago
Of roses, swans and the ordering of fine things in great rooms……….
Paraic O’Donnell’s strange, seductive, immersive Gothic literary creation had me pretty well hooked from the off. 872 more words
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Must I know the soul of each flower
To appreciate its scent and power.
Do I need know them all row by row
And the magic by which they grow… 49 more words
15 hours ago
I imagine you are scared.
Just as we were.
I left you a gift.
A list of items here to find,
these emblems of our… 228 more words
1 day, 2 hours ago
Icy flush on pale cheeks
Eyes glisten in the storm
Freckles blessed by streams
Glowing to the force and power
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1 day, 5 hours ago
You still lay beside his chair.
Head on paws and patient stare
Waiting for the lad in vain
Until your death you will remain.
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1 day, 10 hours ago
I wonder now if you were ever laid on a loving knee
Or if such a knee ever was
or indeed could ever be,
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