Author Archives: Marie Sheard

By the Ganges

The priest sits on the edge of the water His saffron robe wrapped around him against the chill of dawn. He waits for the sunrise to wash the sky with orange. He murmurs his mantra, his amber eyes fixed on … Continue reading

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Small Pleasures At Dawn

I like to wake up at dawn, watch as the lilac skies fade and the blackbirds feed on the lawn. With curtains widely drawn, smelling the air fresh with silent dew, I like to wake up at dawn. I may … Continue reading

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AUBADE

As the curtains pale with the light of dawn, I turn to you but you are gone. The crisp cotton pillow undisturbed, no watch on the bedside table. This is the first day of the rest of my life, my … Continue reading

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Supper at Emmaus (Caravaggio)

                  It is a simple scene. Three men served a supper By the innkeeper. Astonishment on two faces, Curiosity on another. Serenity on the fourth As he blesses the food on the … Continue reading

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Japanese Spring (Tanka)

Soaring swallows swirl In the bright blue spring sunshine. Renewal is here. Snowdrops burst white from their sleep, Fresh leaves on the willow tree. Joy swells in my heart. I dance in the green garden. Peonies bloom pink, Tall bamboos … Continue reading

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