Well, the Unscrubbed Mirror posts have been threatening to take over Exiles Child, so I’ve created a new blog just for them, which I’ve called the unscrubbed mirror, oddly enough. There you’ll find all the existing poems and pictures in that group, plus any new ones that crop up. Exiles child will continue without them, of course! Have a look.
A tree
Jammed helpless
Into soft shoreline watches,
All aflail,
Untethered lilies,
Like unmoored souls
Floating into wilderness.
Wisps of anguish
All but unremembered.
Stride confidently
While you can
Through groomed and gutted pastures,
The Earth laid out
Like a mortal banquet.
You are not
Just the guest.
The wide way home
Weaves uncertainly;
The house
At the bend of the cobbled lane
Seems to have turned its back.
All the same
A gate stands open.
Life’s a boat,
No ticket required,
No PFD issued,
Just you, naked, barefoot,
All agog,
Wearing only
The Captain’s braid.
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