Stephen Harris Poems

Who was I
I was the gentle breeze that touched the trembling leaf
The violent storm that broke the stubborn bough
A lover's breath on Heathcliff's heath
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Songbirds singing
Under blue skies
While busy bees raid
Trembling flowers
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I lit a candle in memory of your loss.
A solitary sentinel that held its torch high,
burning bright for the child that so briefly lived.
And so I sat in silent vigil of heartfelt hurt,
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The nights full moon calls Morrighan wake
And spirit soar with wild wolfs howl
That echoes through vale and dale to star.
Let her stir before Cerridwens wane
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A lad who skipped science at school
Charred his fingers while handling hot fuel
For he wanted to know
If coals burned when aglow
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Quietly tears flow
For the love of a mother
Distantly dying
Many questions unanswered
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Prepare the horse and chariot
Paint your body blue with woad
And take your oaken battle shield
The quench hardened iron sword
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You were born an emerald among thistles.
Vulnerable to the eye, yet destined to fly with angels.
Your soft bristles promise the cold, a poisonous flame,
That will burn and will blaze till you own a new name.
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Sometimes when I doze between worlds real and unreal
A dream of recurring nightmare performs before my mind
Where all the stars slip in unison with shifting poles
And brimstone burns fiery sulphur, scorching skies.
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I know I have no model look
with fingernails and hair untrimmed
and creak these days with each step took
With overuse my lustres dimmed
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