Displays a reflection, So fragile, That as she reaches out to touch it, She shatters into pieces
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The tower
The door is always dark Or never there at all Imperceptible, It leaks through a pin prick Dense dark droplets… Read more The tower
Spark
Arc across the room Lily white skin, beetroot red The spark echoes And then fades Leaving traces of life Where… Read more Spark
Echoes
Echoes in darkness Words in place Electrical arcs That illuminate oblivion Echoes in darkness Create creeping creatures And wriggling fiends… Read more Echoes
Little paths
Little paths Wind up the hillside Traced in the grass by little feet Guided darkly By aromatic pathways The colour… Read more Little paths
Tighearnan John Kelly 