Janice Windle Poems

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Blue rockets flare up
honey bees dive to the rescue
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Why do lovers sigh
Under the curved moon's eye?
Perhaps a pink heart's best
Kept in a lover's chest?
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This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory)
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Red shoes,
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ISIS

Isis spreads winged arms
flowers gaze at ancient face
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The carousel glitters with beads, brocades,
velvet uniforms and brass buttons
swinging round the ballroom to the Viennese waltz.
The headless dead are raised
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You are confident
in your babywalker
gliding like a ballroom dancer
among the toddling two-year-olds.
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Bells shrilling,
mind screaming,
no, no, take me...
you lying trapped,
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Dinner is served
without relish.
The silence is suffocating,
worse than the double edged conversation
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(This poem is about the Torre di Mare in Praiano, Italy, which is a thousand-year-old round tower on a rock jutting out into the sea. It has extraordinary presence, as does Paolo's ceramic work)

See the Enchanter’s Tower,
rising from the stony stronghold of his mythic rock
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Under the mountains’ battlements, the pinnacles,
The weathered crags worn to bishops’ mitres by the scouring winds,
Past walls red-garlanded or emerald,
Studded with sapphire points of Morning Glory,
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