The Dress

Cherished child watches the empty sky with a withered flower in her hand.

Is she visible in this wilderness where the soldiers march efficiently by?

She holds it out, watching its unexpected demise.

Her attention fixed on the wilting bloom, as if willing it to rise from the grave.

She is a child of circumstance, in a dress that was once beautiful.

It's shy pink peaking out from behind the dust,

Beside the desert khaki that towers over her,

And the sand beneath her feet.

Visual train of thought partially inspired by the artwork on "Silent Echoes" Video EP by Dr Noise

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6/12/09

One-way mirror

Your broken image stares back at you:
Cowering, hiding, casting furtive glances.
The clock ticks and you hear nothing changes.
You’ve ticked off the last of your chances.

You sit alone, covering both mirrors:
With sweetness, with metal, with orange glasses.
You are the only key but you don’t fit.
Another day, another night, morning passes.

On the other side of the wall
We can see you, a flower unfolding.
You are encrusted with jewels.
You are so beautiful it hurts.


Inspired by L, C & C,
other people I’ve known,
times in my life,
& a line from a U2 song.

24/2/09