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Imbolc
Ghosts of your body dart about me as
lambs bleeting,
the ceaseless alarm calling, expanding on a Northern breeze, chopped before meeting
the compassionate ear,
thinning,
thinning
into strawberry dusk.
And you extend
as stretched, white plumes tumbling the sky with endless fascination,
covering and exposing a blinding reality
that you'll disperse
leaving clearer skies.
And sometimes you're the petals of a snowdrop
loosely rocking on my flat, left palm, never the less I love you
and your struck bones
crumpled as cardboard
yet healthier without me.
lambs bleeting,
the ceaseless alarm calling, expanding on a Northern breeze, chopped before meeting
the compassionate ear,
thinning,
thinning
into strawberry dusk.
And you extend
as stretched, white plumes tumbling the sky with endless fascination,
covering and exposing a blinding reality
that you'll disperse
leaving clearer skies.
And sometimes you're the petals of a snowdrop
loosely rocking on my flat, left palm, never the less I love you
and your struck bones
crumpled as cardboard
yet healthier without me.
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