Author Archives: Myrna Moore

Bluebells

Posted on 13 July 2020 by Myrna Moore

Beating to a different rhythm Listen The earth is breathing In Out In Out Trees steady their stance Branches quiver A pregnant pause Betwixt and between Creeping along the path A blue haze beckons As it stitches a luxuriant Curtain … Continue reading →

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Envy

Posted on 18 June 2020 by Myrna Moore

My skin prickles, my eyes glisten Turning my head, following its trajectory crab-like it crawls towards the door following its slithery tail Out of reach but glinting still Disappearing round the door Outside the smack of the sun glares Unable … Continue reading →

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Archive of the Mind

Posted on 18 June 2020 by Myrna Moore

Seeing the statue of Edward Colston removed in such a dramatic way, last week, felt like poetic justice though I would normally disapprove of daubing, let alone pulling down statues adorning the British landscape. Images of black children, men and … Continue reading →

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I Wasted Time

Posted on 6 April 2020 by Myrna Moore

I wasted time. Now Time wastes me. I did not ask the questions. I waited until there was no more waiting. Fitting pieces together had never been my forte. As a child I was soon bored with Jigsaws. The thrill … Continue reading →

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Two Acrostics – Together and Change

Posted on 6 April 2020 by Myrna Moore

Together Together you run hiding the pain One outstretched hand Guides and points the way En er gy dissipates Together they stumble, crawl, clamber to safety Heroes Every last one Re mem be red Change Come on everybody How come … Continue reading →

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