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Dido & Aeneas
The sun
Falls as though
Through stained glass windows
Cascade
A million colours
Pool on the floor;
A whirlwind of bright.
I dance in the centre,
Whirl the colour around my body
As galleon sails billow
And carry me in spice
Across the ocean To Eden,
where My angel comes;
My Aeneas.
(Dido, queen of Carthage, who fell in love with the shipwrecked Aeneas, and killed herself when he deserted her).
by Sian Kelly Scott
Bitter Moon
That bitter moon shine's into my eyes
The web of deceit unfolds it's passing phases of hatred
With it's effervescent moonlit glow
I love to watch the clouds floating freely on the wind
Passing its giant shadows
Twisting and turning into cascading shapes
As the cold northern wind blows
From heaven itself.
By W.J.Ridgway
Where were you?
Fuck off Satan, I'm not dead yet!
And if I were,
I wouldn't come to you.
Where were you-when I poured hatred
That turned into doves as it spewed,
Healing, not burning?
And where were you-
When I wanted to wreak havoc,
Instead only painted blue skies?
And when I divorced
And gave away my kingdom
To the brunette with the shiny hair,
where were you?
Where were you-
When I wanted revenge
On my gaoler-tormentor
And only found forgiveness to hurl?
I'd have given my seat in Heaven
for a pound of flesh-
And where were you?
By Sian Kelly Scott
TO TEACH US A LESSON
I once dangled my sister
From our bedroom window,
To retrieve socks and toys
From the clematis
That sprawled leggy and purple
On the front of our house.
Mum said she was tired of nagging
That we never tidied our room.
By Sian Kelly-Scott