Dawn by E.R. Paget
Delicious light licks at the windowpane,
Piercing glass to filter and refract.
Eager it springs, darting into corners
So long sunk in darkness.
Under the watchful eye of an indulgent sun,
The shadows slant and prance,
Conducted by the light with an energetic hand,
To twirl and spin unbound.
Swathed in warmth, a room reborn,
Resurrected from the depths of the night.
Blessed it basks in the days’ sunlight
Waiting for the dark to return.
Falling by E.R. Paget
For her, it was
No risk at all,
To take a leap
Of faith so great,
Into the dark.
This House by E.R. Paget
This house has stood for many years,
Walls deep and thick with dust,
Quietly soaking up the past,
These bricks so often touched.
In homage they hum and whisper
Of people dead and gone,
Stories and secrets set in stone
Once lived and now undone.
I hear them in the quiet of night,
These occupants of old,
Slipping softly room to room
The ghosts of tales untold.
They pass as shadows through the door,
Silently they roam,
Moving meekly with no malice,
Gracious, they share their home.
Don’t look back she said on the wobbling log.
Stream an unstrung washing machine;
leaves traffic cops redirecting the light.
I was nine, when the tectonic plates shifted between my parents.
The buildings collapsed all around me, as I held my mother’s hand at 2 am, and slept at my neighbours. My body shrank inside the warm blanket, as if I was lying on a crescent shaped moon.
If you ever remember me,
By the falling of raindrops on
Our forgotten words
Do not let me bleed in pain,
Make me bleed in poems.
I was a singer that could not sing
a writer that could not write
frozen in ice
living in sub zero conditions
with no knowledge of fire making
If I am to know death
as a friend and not a foe,
I’ll take her hand and whisper,
“I’ll never let you go.”
Swirls of drape entwining veins of desires
Slender fingers flipping pages of heart
Twist of hues now vividly her eyes fires
Infatuation thorns hold love apart
I talk to you of the distances
between us. However not feeling
one and still asking you, what’s
The land was green and crowned with grains
Ocean tides rolled droplets of gold on the shores
Birds roamed the heavens whispering melodies
That resonated in our hearts;
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