Ross Mackay


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There Be, There Be

The shimmer of the morning cold
seemed to stroke its fingers across
my late morning dream.
You turned towards me,
a smile pressed the fontanelle
of my lucid vulnerability.
Languid, the chill of the outside
rippled through the windows
whilst I lay most content.
The halls were golden,
there was a swimming pool,
as I remember.
There you lay between a mirror
and the orchestra played Greensleeves.
You had turned away to face me
and smiled through me at first.
Your skin was golden
and the hall smelled sweet of summer.
I felt the touch of ...

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Where way down east,
broken blossoms in her hair,
in the birth of a nation,
the intolerance in her stare-
that green-eyed devil.
Her pearl toes over the prairies,
sat next to a cradle,
playing a lewd Ophelia rocking,
and falling on the ice-caps,

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