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{Fri 10 November 2006}   Fairy Tales
Fairy Tales

The house is cold.
Windsweeps whistle in chimneys,
showering hearths with blackest melodies.

Our shivering hearts tell Cinderella stories
while, underneath us, the rats
roll a pumpkin around in the cellar.

God, mother!
Speak true.



{Mon 6 November 2006}   Now Through a Darkling Glass
Now Through a Darkling Glass

As children, playing into night,
We took light with us;
Sure, with strident voices,
That love of life would give us sight

Into the corners of our dreams;
That the Good Fairy
Would always tarry
To transform our fear of those realms

Into mystery: Our faithfulness
Would raise Tinkerbell
And then we could tell
The world we’d save them from the pirates!

We stepped through the mirror of our souls
Into Wonderland,
Whirled hand-in-hand
With its hugeness, and we stole the whole

World’s supply of fireworks and flowers,
Fit to celebrate
In pomp and state
The Starships’ return from the faraway hours

Of Outer Space: they brought galaxies
Home with them to us,
Exploding consciousness
With tales and plans and possibilities

Of coming conquests; brought us near
To a future
Now faded and far,
As seeing shades our glass once clear.

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