Hazel Durham Poems

The seasons of life,
The many seasons of love,
Seasons now without any good reasons
For the death of his love,
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Empty road, empty life,
Struggling to be his perfect wife,
Daily drama of lost socks,
When all she wants to do is reminisce,
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The darkness bleeding like an open wound into the day,
Her heart bleeding relentlessly as she looks out across the bay
To the horizon, as the darkness takes hostage the light of the day,
Now her husband has departed in this lonely month of May,
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Childhood days of rain beating down,
Beating down on acres of fields
In amongst grey fields of stone all around,
Raining a waterfall of sapphires, gems and diamonds falling down,
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My thoughts are painting
Windswept seascapes,
With the evenings drawing in
As I pull the heavy drapes,
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She wanders down by the river,
Strolling by it's overgrown, grassy banks,
The bitter wind makes her shiver,
But the lush vegetation brushing against her feels like her lover's tender touch,
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We breathe in the County Laois air,
As we walk down the long avenue without a care,
Two best friends side by side,
Remembering our humble lairs,
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She wakes to a pool of light reflecting their bedroom,
Which now seems lonely and out of sight,
She turns over to his side of the bed,
Where his imprint is still warm and his lingering manly smell,
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Compression of bodies pushing forward in the nightclub bar,
She is standing alone, just like another wallflower,
Wilting in the heat and dressed ever so neat,
With frizzy hair that can't be tamed,
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Rainy grey days, appears like the sky is falling down,
All around the mystical splendour of Killeen Castle,
Horses grazing on it's fine fertile pastures,
Ancient, patient, enraptured and captured,
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