Laura Russell Poems

I will stand forever firm
Upon two feet, upon ground
In praise of Lady Moon,
Sister of Mother Earth
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I find it rather amusing that I am here
writing my rage at you
whilst she is in her room talking
on the phone to you
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You gave me blood roses
Don't you deny,
Back when my heart was a rose
not an eye.
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You are eldery
lined and drooping,
A soul heavy
with the wisdom of lifetimes.
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A bee.
Why should I be afraid of a thing so little
as a bee?
Against my window it struggles for the freedom
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[I sit down and remind myself of you]

The roses on the heater smell delicious
But their colour is not as obvious,
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Arthritic wrist teeters atop bone
Limp as a wet tongue
Heavy and ready to fall.
Like a suicide the hand breaks
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I will not be cruel
unless you refuse to stay.

Like the senses of a serpent
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White wings come
and pull me out
and pick me up
and take me apart.
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My sword drips ink onto pages
like blood from a fresh wound
Cascading in cyclones
over virgin white and English rose,
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