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Author Archives: Helen
Wing Free
Out of fire He will wing so free Victory Born of flame He will so inspire Call his name Through the air He will blaze a path None compare Long apart He will yet return To your heart (c) Helen … Continue reading
Angel Beckons
What angel beckons me this night By gentle, warming firelight? That I might follow Yes I might For such a wondrous sight The angels weeping I can hear This sound so pitiful and clear Could I give solace Hold them … Continue reading
Harbinger
I see the harbinger of the days to come The signs are so clear And the taste of death So rancid on my tongue I have travelled too far And learned too much to deny The crow so dark Against … Continue reading
Posted in Air, Poetry
Tagged acceptance, age, Charon, death, harbinger, knowledge, underworld
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Travelling In My Heart – Memory Part Three
My mother would simply say ‘don’t start’ Father refused to play his part And brother laughed and threw his quiet darts A sun king growing in his domain Everything fine within his name And if I cried for justice here … Continue reading
The Old Town – Memory Part Twou
What secrets lay beneath The bright shining health Of the old town? The streets like arteries Reaching to the township heart A creature separate, apart Drawing all its children in and down The old town Why do I shudder now … Continue reading
Photos – Memory Part One
I’ve laid them out before me Little pieces of forgotten days So few were taken of me So I recall the others best Even as they were loved the best It’s all that there could be My bitterness has leeched … Continue reading
Poised to Fly
Are you poised to fly? You’ve waited so long Patiently watching Stalking your prey Playing your games That so few can see Do you fly to oblivion Or sweet victory When you fly into history? Are you poised to swoop … Continue reading
The Loneliness of Time
She was acquainted with the loneliness of time And though she did not speak of it, nor Dare to sing its saddest songs She knew it all along And on the seashore, at the pier She can hear the seagulls … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Water
Tagged age, isolation, loneliness, seashore, seaside, Spiritual, time
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To The City Of Dreams
Roads may lead To the city of dreams Or the vista of nightmares And no-one can tell If the pathway is to heaven Or to hell All the glittering lights So pretty in the sky Tell you it’s beautiful But … Continue reading
Watercolour Dreams
I’m drifting in watercolour dreams Soft hues flutter past me Whispering childhood secrets I cannot yet hear But I am content Even so I’m floating in watercolour seas The rainbow has fallen To earth at my feet I am content … Continue reading
