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In the fields of the flat lands
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
In the north, in Flanders, where the earth is deep Are the golden fields where the mud was red And beneath the crosses hospital white Lie the broken bones of a million dead. Now in the flat lands poppies blow Around the fields where the grain grows high And…
I remember
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
I remember Fragments That stick behind my eyes Like broken glass Sharp and vicious As the day they were made. I see My coffee Going cold Beneath its spiral of froth And your face The absence in your eyes Already thinking of something else. I hear Not looking Eyes…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 