Dark Pool
Ripple-skiffed by bird and stone
Tree is held in dark-water
The flowers fight up.
Christine-Elizabeth Murray
Most common moods
Poems
Flame or not
Leaf-detritus is pool-clung
Held in
Rankled-water
Battle-aftermath,
Winter beats a hollowed-drum.
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Three Shorts 1
Roadlake rushes to pour its pools onto the pathways.
Mercury-mirrors dot them imaging the trees' dark sway.
The Blind 1
red thread the open wound and from it the red rivulet will drain into the metal dish and curl into water
no more now it is just a stitch stitches the wound gash drawn in and thread
dust of glass in the wound ground in round the heel and spiral down into blue glass pummelled beyond crystal a useless moon dust pounded to glass
the red thread lets no light in the shards are small
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