jane solanrobertson Poems

My head is full of 'something',
I wonder if I'll burst-
I get the weidest feeling
That somehow I've been cursed.
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I think I am losing my mind.
My thoughts and feelings
Are crowding
Prodding
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Warrington, the sixties.

When my children cry boredom
I look back and see
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Each dark night
I lie cold and alone
Watching raindrops fall:
Never-ending tears of lovers
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She's beautiful and bubbly
And mixes easily
Her warmth descends on anyone
That her green eyes might see.
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I'm drawn by the spirits
Of long-ago souls
To stairwells that spiral
Through claustraphobic holes
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This silence is eerie
The sickly stench of desecration
Catches in my throat
Your tiny coats still swinging
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Imagine that I am a candle-
Look into my flame:
Although my beauty tempts you
To me it's just a game.
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But I saw you.
Through the chink in the curtain
When I almost didn't look
And the curtain blew
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Know what?
You've changed.
Used to be a laugh
Now it's
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