Poetry

Vuelve

If i come to you for advice

will you just

hold me

in an ethereal embrace?

Will you prop me up

and whisper

pure encouragement?

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Your lack of negative judgement

Your heart on your sleeve

Your love of my smile

My love of your love

My love of you

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You said goodbye too soon

You said goodbye as my brain

turned tail; as my mind

refused logic and clung to fear.

You said hasta luego mi niña

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Pero te necesito AHORA.

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Copyright © 2018 Hannah Edge. All rights reserved.

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This poem merits an addendum!

Firstly, this is a prayer to my nana, the most wonderful and kind hearted person I ever met. She passed away on the 14th January 1997, in San Pedro de Alcantara, Spain.

Please though, feel free to akin this prayer to Whoever this makes you think of – my nana would insist!

Secondly, translations:

Vuelve – Come Back

Hasta luego – see you later / until then

Mi niña – my child (feminine pronoun)

Pero te necesito ahora – but I need you now

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Poetry

Jack of All Moods

A broken rollercoaster

at the Freak Show Carnival

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Sing a song of tu’pence,

here’s six-pence change

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Don your Pennywise mask

and crash into my Dodgem

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Hall of mirrors warps my soul,

my perception screams for more

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Bearded lady reads my un-fortune

of happiness and health.

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Poetry

Skewiff

Cock your head,

view it sideways

Now it makes sense

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Right?

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If the world is round

and ever moving

Straight is never an option

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Mother Nature

not Terry Pratchett;

It’s called Earth, not Discworld

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These linear paths deceive

as they curve,

but you act so surprised

while you curl up to cry

at the injustice and heartbreak

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This is not what you asked for

It’s not what you dreamed

Hellish flames scald your essence

and devour your soul

For the path had a turn

despite what you yearn

Life is out of control

it’s turbulent. Defunct

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Poetry

Take Flight

 

Close your eyes, drug your senses,

feel the wind scorch your face,

cling on tight, ready for our fight

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as our dragon soars over forests of war;

as we cling to his scales, vibrate from his roars

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smell the sulphur engulf us as clouds

open fire, their acid-rain melting

through airplanes and drones

that attack with dictatorship,

hatred and fear.

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Religious fervour wears au-de-murder:

Children rotting, limbs detached,

innocent heads hang from the trees,

drip-feed the earth as Vitamin Pain.

Women weep, raped and beaten;

eyes hollow, they pray

for death’s hand on their throat.

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As our dragon soars

and roars and snarls,

our  growing Eutopia

is suddenly Outopia;

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as our dragon swoops low

he spits fire at the beasts

that demolish our peace,

our power, our time.

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He tears them to ribbons

with claws glistening red;

he crunches on bones

 

with fangs sharp as razors.

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Their screams die half-formed,

as we tremble with rage.

Too late we land and stand

in the massacre

of our people, our friends,

our freedom, our hope.

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Image rights: sashulka.deviantart.com/art/Dragon-s-flight-402283943

 

 

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