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Gone The Magnolias
In pantomime on the walls
hung with webs and shadows
with to many tinctures
of ghost and dancehalls
The embers are charcoals
with many scars and splinters
of many old wives tales
and Mason jars
Now just memories of ghosts
who have come and gone
with too many fingers
of winters
Gone are the Magnolias
and lemon meringue
with only an old oaken gate
leading me home
Laying me down to sleep
with ginseng tea
opening the sesame
beneath the cupola
hung with webs and shadows
with to many tinctures
of ghost and dancehalls
The embers are charcoals
with many scars and splinters
of many old wives tales
and Mason jars
Now just memories of ghosts
who have come and gone
with too many fingers
of winters
Gone are the Magnolias
and lemon meringue
with only an old oaken gate
leading me home
Laying me down to sleep
with ginseng tea
opening the sesame
beneath the cupola
Published 17th Nov 2021
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