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Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Where from?

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


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Maureen Weldon, Was a professional ballet dancer, she now writes poetry, it is not a hobby the work is too hard.

2 comments:

Hamish Mack said...

Really good poem Maureen. I like the way it starts out so tiny and builds.

amy barry said...

Nicely crafted, Maureen!