It is very dark, just a speck of grit
in the corner of your eye.
Sometimes you see angels,
they dazzle, have stars
in their hair
and you are feather light.
Where, where does this darkness live?
What damage was done?
But when you laugh
I want to juggle with stars.
© Maureen Weldon
Catastrophic failings in schizophrenia care revealed
Maureen Weldon, Was a professional ballet dancer, she now writes poetry, it is not a hobby the work is too hard.
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Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Like Carrion Crows
Listen to the ripple.
Deep in the lake
a stone was dropped.
That night the child cried
no one was listening.
Until
years later
horror and sorrow.
While the carrion crows
flew - - free.
© Maureen Weldon
BBC must face public inquiry over Savile
Maureen Weldon is published in poetry magazines, journals and on-line. 'Sons of Camus International Journal' 2011 published 25 of her poems winning her an award. Her sixth poetry book will be published in 2013.
Deep in the lake
a stone was dropped.
That night the child cried
no one was listening.
Until
years later
horror and sorrow.
While the carrion crows
flew - - free.
© Maureen Weldon
BBC must face public inquiry over Savile
Maureen Weldon is published in poetry magazines, journals and on-line. 'Sons of Camus International Journal' 2011 published 25 of her poems winning her an award. Her sixth poetry book will be published in 2013.
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child abuse,
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