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Suddenly, there you were, little elf -
hands glowing firefly sparks,
catching sunlight
between each finger length
holding forest promises under the dappled fall of
leaf litter confetti raining in
tangles of your hair.
We were forest elves together, our laughter buried
in the dark
wrapping secrets around ourselves like stinging nettled vines
as we lay together on beds of soft pine needles over mud
burrowed in happiness and so much love -
forest elves
children of earth
left to rest
decaying with the undergrowth
hands glowing firefly sparks,
catching sunlight
between each finger length
holding forest promises under the dappled fall of
leaf litter confetti raining in
tangles of your hair.
We were forest elves together, our laughter buried
in the dark
wrapping secrets around ourselves like stinging nettled vines
as we lay together on beds of soft pine needles over mud
burrowed in happiness and so much love -
forest elves
children of earth
left to rest
decaying with the undergrowth
Literature
august's skeleton.
Sunburnt freedom of July
we come tumbling in the auburn joy of boredom
down the spine of summer.
And spelled in the scabs on your knees
is the innocent insolence
scuffing the corners of your memory:
all hyperbole, grinning toothless bravery
swallowed in your father's coat,
whipping around corners and slipping
out of a chiaroscuro childhood.
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Strawberries
It rained yesterday.
It rained and it washed all the mud down our street.
I went in the garden, my shoes got all wet.
Darn summer showers that smell of soaked earth.
I went in the garden, I set down my fruit basket,
And started to dig.
Until I found strawberries, crushed by the foul phlegm of sand grains and
Dead leaves.
My hands still felt cold when I washed them with hot, steamy water
From under the tap. I closed it, and ran
Ran down the porous cement stairs that stung my bare feet,
To the beat of a popular tune our neighbor Jerry played,
To my friend's house.
My friend used to stick strawberries to the tips of her fingers and
Eat them off,
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She
She has books full of wonder
She has
Her corner in the wretched world
She has warmth sealed inside her
She has beauty
Wrapped up in her darkness
She has bleeding pain
So that her soul can be secure
She has thorns so sharp and black
To embrace
Her little yearning heart
In a wasteland dried out
Where the wind blows hard and cold
She has her head
So stubborn
With her dreams of a future bright
She has the night
She has waterfalls under the moon
She has stars
So far away
Where one day she will be
Where love is born and never fades
Where her scars will disappear
But there is no such place now
And her memories have sealed her fate
Pain has evolv
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A beautiful read, and so different from so many things I have read so far. Wonderful! 