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Larks of the Oak Tree

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

Held captive in the womb of society,An outline is wrapped up in cotton wool worryWith the constant observation of a buzzard's glare.An amniotic sack o..

The Crabs of Beaumaris

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

I peer through the pier slats,Decking coarse against ice cream stained hands,Gazing into the ripples;Fruitlessly searching for Crustaceans.Cast down n..

Virtues of Lost Morality

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

The issue is: dowe lead a life of lies orlive the lie of life?

Conway Colour Countdown

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

Gazing past my panes, I, a Melville Twelve,search for a Dulux colour palette tocontrast a blank canvas of Pebble Shore.My Mineral Mists lock on Conway..

Millennium Wood

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

Let's walk up to Millennium Wood.There we can sit on the deckingnext to the frogspawn pondand maybe talk for a while.The air is heavy this morning;wit..

Honeyed Peaches

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

Chosen from the chinaCup, changing from the known.In my palms a freshly plucked peach.Gazing; devouring,Adoration and lust.I peruse your curves; my at..

Achelous' Daughters

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

The calls! The calls! The alluring sirens!Sprinkle salt and dust onto my fastened eyelids,Making them itch and grind, how they itch!I listen to the se..

Mourning Thistle

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

Thistle.Stood in our mourning bouquet;Appearing secondary to the blooming white roseEntertaining the eye, like she did.But now I focus on youYour spin..

H. Burns

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

Oh Helen you smile like in times of old,So cold! So cold! I kiss your iced forehead.You tell me you're going to your last home.Exhausted you lie, fits..

Melody Lost

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

Caged birds will not sing,Why should they? You deprived them,Of nature's sweet hymn.