Bethany Louise Chipperfield Poems

Sweet as your gentle kisses were I cannot recall,
For now my sweet, keep naught white but my pall,
Listen not to my ghost who haunts men’s eyes,
But whisper to me now, whisper your goodbyes.
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Love, sweet fleeting love,
Never lasts.
Trial and error, always
The end.
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My father lays sleeping on the couch,
No sound is audible, his face a pall of white,
The crinkled jaw my youth hardly saw, unhinged and opened wide
As if waiting for the words to say.
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Walked they did, through the heat; the stark
Bare country they didn’t know.
Pointed they did, hungry cold guns
To faces they knew not.
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Masked. Lips sealed, smile a frozen crack, marring the closed face,
Cryptic whispers, they follow hurriedly,
Curious glances my way. Over there is
Dad. Furrowed brow, burnt cheeks aflame,
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They climbed
resuming the mongrel form,
The twelve.
A catcalling mob
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Each Second; an hour,
waiting. Constantly waiting.
For you.
Can't you see I'm shaking, quaking?
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A lover's dance is but twice the pain,
Dark and in duress
I have shamed.
But you prolong your steps,
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