Writing Neverland

Writing Neverland

30 December 2015

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I will walk alone

Through moonlit pathways to stones

Where snow will bear fruit

 

Fruit will taste bitter

As honey and dewdrops wane

In winter’s chilled hearth

 

Frozen blueberries

Rasp berries upon my frame

While wood clasps chimneys

 

Thawing tongue will cut

Within mind stories of flame

That ash blew to winds

 

Woodcutters did thrive

The age of innocence spent

Wicker braids weaker

 

Icicles dangle

Inner pails warm bellies flow

Gushing winterland

 

Broken red bangle

Shards of glass in my fingers

Writing Neverland

 

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