
Number fourteen
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Darkness comes darkness goes then there’s grey
sometimes some people can dance through darkness
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Some of the time some people hide in the darkness
apparently- there’s no light to look into the darkness
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A boy dances to make the woman his mother smile
she is lost in the darkness he wants her to laugh or dance sometimes
do anything to see her smile a boy dances for the woman
who closes the door the door closes darkness closes in
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The woman re-appears fully dressed shopping bag in hand
closes the door says I won’t be long he sits on the bottom stair
looking at the frosted glass window of the bottle green door listening
a glass spider hangs from a thread in the glass window staring
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The old house was burned down exactly a year after we moved out
to another house up the hill exactly a year since the neighbour
from hell moved in next door with her drunken antics, and theatrics
late night dramas, shouting and swearing anytime the woman
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my mother hung clothes on the wash line on a sunny day
anytime she left the house to catch a bus to shop in town
she my mother closed the door and stayed in the darkness
she my mother trapped left the house for as long as she could
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Scorched and smoking the house of my childhood
the place of my memories boarded and smouldering
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an Angels feathers falling
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©robcullen05072021
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