The dust has settled

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The Darkest Fairytale

With opening and closing

Creaky doors,

An abandoned home

Of broken drawers.

The attic has secrets

The basement holds webs,

There’s old holey sofa

And a damaged bed.

Once a loving home

Forgotten by time,

The dials on the grandfather clock

Have lost their chime.

An energy was left

It walks through the halls,

Singing sweet melodies

That echo through the walls.

The sun’s presence

Highlights the dust,

As the heat stagnates the air

And amplifies the smell of must.

The overgrown lawn

Once held many features,

Now it’s barely recognisable

Yet appreciated by many creatures.

There’s charm and character

That remains in this place,

Held within a ghostly moment

In time and space.

K

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Soul letter

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The Darkest Fairytale

The alphabet fluctuates
From letters to emotion,
As we embed our passions
On pages forever frozen.
We string text together
And give it a meaning,
Then we open our souls
To a dictionary of feelings.
Rhymes become inked
With broken hearts,
For the bleeding poetry
To be called art.
Words become characters
As we make them whole,
We fill letters with ideas
And words with soul.

K

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Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost

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I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another sireet,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right
I have been one acquainted with the night.


Sharing this piece from Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Robert Frost, who died on this day in 1963. Aside from The Road Not Taken and Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Acquainted with the Night is infamous in its own right…

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The Field of Us – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw

I am 
a blade of grass 
held by other
blades surrounding.
One blade in a field
of many.
Close together/alone.
Our sides hold us
faces to the sky.
Reaching toward sunlight
side by side
in directions wide.
None to be flattened.

© Ali Grimshaw 2022

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