I wrote this rhyme when I was young, and sometimes I say it to the moon…
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Glide high, my glimmering crystal moon
Across the mirror of the sea
Mother of water and blood
Watch my soul for me
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Curve, pendulum, clock of the night
In your swing, in your sway
In your shadow of light
Watch my soul for me
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© Gail Foster 1980 something
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softly, whispering
featherfalls on silent stone
winter, gravity
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lost in the fog, birds
grieving morning voicelessly
remembering love
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dead diamonds, ditches
glittering cold promises
fossil furrow froze
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darkness, deepening
the womb and the grave hiding
secrets and shadows
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in the ground, waiting
the souls of springs children sing
muffled lullabies
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© Gail Foster 2016
My anthology, ‘A Curious Poet’, is coming…
How the light fell on the Corn Exchange, Devizes, at 7am on Monday 21st March 2016
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by Gail
