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 Apr 2022 wren
Isobel G
Desert womb
 Apr 2022 wren
Isobel G
I lay my hands over the rot
concealed within my belly
and imagine instead
I am ripe with a husband's love,
feeling for the beating warmth
of a life beginning inside
my desolate womb.
I await constantly
the trial of my womanly worth;
this man may be my judge.

©Isobel G.     15.02.2022
 Apr 2022 wren
Khoisan
In realms of the elite
Soaring with the gods,
the crow
fell from the sky,
two moons slithered
under fig leaves,
the serpent initiated
losing their religion.
 Apr 2022 wren
ghost queen
dying
 Apr 2022 wren
ghost queen
it’s time

let go

accept

the inevitable

fall

willing

into the void

the blackness

the nothingness

of nonexistence
Two funerals in one month Mama Liz & Papa George
 Apr 2022 wren
Kurt Philip Behm
For every second
the chronometer gains,
the future loses two

The light retreating
time in halves
—the moment old once new

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
 Apr 2022 wren
Yenson
Did the clues betray the fantasist
from Uncle Bulgaria on the Cornwall move
alas his mother dies yearly
twice so far anyway
as the wind cries liar
but lets take a specialist narcissist
too busy planning a wedding on that train
from Vietnam to volunteer
in Uganda or Gambia
as voices speak in head
been there done it Mr Revisionist
he was at the barricade at the Bastille
hoisting the tricolour he writes
as ladies swoon
he's done them all
our Chamberlain is now Revolutionist
fighting for a New World order on keyboard
after he left the RAF
do let tell worthless bullies
the clues are in plain sight
the contempt is resounding
even Buddha knows that
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