Mary Naylor Poems

stepped into a day
That was wild and gray.
A flourish of gold leaves trimmed the blast
As a kaleidoscope of memories of you ushered past.
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I don't know how high I
Was, but I was way up
There, clinging to a rafter.
Jump, Mary! Jump Mary,
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The long day begins to fade, and brilliant
Evening colors illuminate the sky.
I sit here thinking, in our love, did I blunder?
And then, I can’t help but to begin to wonder…
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With ruby eyes that glow in the dark,
Something walks, shrouded in mist.
Do you hear it? Listen! Hark!
Bones that rattle, teeth that clatter,
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Look at you there, sayin' your prayers,
with never a thought or a care, for your guardian angel.

I expected to get that sweet quiet Kate.
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Wandering narrow, crooked streets,
Past Lavender Place and Forget-me-not Way,
Lead to a shop on Looking Glass Lane.
Inside, an old cleaning woman
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Prison bars.
A child played a game.
Taking an old lattice from the garden,
she placed it in front of her open door,
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A red veil was floating around the killer's head,
and his face was a cold, hard, mask.
He entered the execution chamber
and they strapped him to the chair.
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When the hills blazed and ashes fell, mocking the snow,
When the city gasped at the ruby beast lashing and licking
at its homes and towers, I saw you - sweat streaked and
soot smeared - and I heard you hurl a curse at the flames,
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