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Ear inside...

Ear inside…

Lost inside their ears are the dreams
they dressed for dance, but not to keep
an ear upon the wind may miss the
scurry of vole or even the meeting of
chance, for if there is but a draught
upon the ear I fear this could be a
message missed or the gentle
whisper of a lover waiting to
be kissed…

When

When you are nice,
all are nice,

I have a lions heart ,
open it up
and
you will find ,
a vast bowl
of love and affection.

Love as in love,
not sex,
The usual thing all hanker for,
mine is pure.

Soldier of freedom

Unsolicited garbage spilled 
Upon the battle field
Weapons formulated to destroy
Obliterate all meaning 

Swagger and bluff 
you entered the arena
ready for war
Arrogance unyielding

Opposition shielded  
In the trenches shooting back 
Snipers ready to attack
Soldiers of freedom 

Battle commences individualism 
Is our weapon 
Nonconformity our armour 
Liberty our choice

STORIES

I heard you say unpleasant things
About the old woman who lives alone
In the last hut on the way to the stream
You criticize what you know not
And wronged the aged and the weak
Be careful with what you say
Believe not all the stories you hear

You say she killed all her children
And ate the rest in her womb
Their innocent blood were spilled
The story of a witch goes around
She turns into altered birds of prey
Traverses the regular nightly flights
With flakes of fire in drapes and hues

AKWARD

boney limb of night
extracts the sway
this urgent wind consumes
and leaves like battle flags
take leave
their shadows
dancing in the light
the advancement
their displacement

I've come here
from sunny days
and humid nights
where our hands
upon the rail slept
and stars emerged
in order
the magnitudes
climbing like dreams
the ghost march of
arrivals
the descents of all
sensations
this taste filligree
caught
upon our meek
encounters

Sharing the Night

A luminous glow
lights up the night
bedazzled I swoon
this midnight delight

ghosts of the timber
are grey in the dark
until the silence splits
with a victimized bark

shadows duck shade
and dance on thin air,
malcontents shudder
as feet jag a snare

beautiful cannot
describe what I see,
a garden of Eden
has been set free

the light coming down
our tide- orb above,
cast all in magic
its night-time I love

a hand that plays the guitar does not hold a gun

i.

I think perhaps
a whisper
is enough ~

my awakening face
sliced from the womb
this first day

will you be my clever man
my man
of high degree?

I erupt in lush vegetation
a secret serpent
coiled

ready to strike
a deadly embrace
bowl-shaped hollows

Kantju
Kali-tongue
flicking

ii.

"LEAF LIFTING, LIFE"

"LEAF LIFTING, LIFE"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 12th October 2011.

Like a leaf lifting in wind
life spins
the coin is tossed
the heads the tails
upside down
downside up

Fates whims
its seasons varied
dull and bright
alights on shadows
dimmed

Autumn's fairy
shreds the leaves
worn soft as silken dresses
realities shrouds of death
their breath now stolen from the mist

Birth of a Shadow Dancer

He was but a vampyre
in every sense of the word,

living life vicariously
through her to the absurd.

When he finally had her
under his powerful spell,

he continued to keep her hostage
subliminally, so she couldn't tell.

His passion's hues so very dark
she longed for his embrace,

she yearned to play within the shadows
where light was but a trace.

In the dankness of each evening
when the air began to cool,

she couldn't help but plead to him
to stop treating her so cruel.

Augusts' dark dying

Augusts’ dark dying

The sirens pass by the
lived in shadows
Frozen, the streets that
could have been wider
he had perceived

His dying was going to
be messy with noise
Surreal my mindset he laughed
with a pained expression,
so saddened to be leaving
her alone
Against an August world
still dark, unsafe.

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