Sunday, 1 May 2016

Sunday's Whirligig


after
throwing a spanner
in the works
your devastating
plain speak
just like
the menace of your father
and childhood of your past
blocking any hope
of future for us
a dazzling light
appears in the window
and in walks
my black angel
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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous1 May 2016 at 17:02

    Ahh, that moment when pretense falls away and we know what we know and only glimpsed before,

    Elizabeth

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  2. Bastet's Waka Library2 May 2016 at 00:43

    Ah yes .. somehow this scene seems all too familiar ... how sad the past all too often darkens the present. Bastet

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  3. Drew Doyle Storm Snyder Minow5 May 2016 at 07:39

    amazing one.

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