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1 Magpies
2 Chernobyl
3 Return to Chernobyl
4 Absence
5 Circumlocution
6 Persephone
7 Erebus revisited
8 Alice's Cat
9 Sometimes I see a cloud
10 Lost Child
11 On the coach to Hay-on-Wye
12 Brecon Cathedral
13 Honeymoon
14 Waiting
15 How can I say I love you?
16 Eclipse of the Moon  
17 Big Issue
18 Resurrection

Lost Child

            
Reflected in the cubicle mirror
her hospital gown's an iceberg.

Hope's last snipped thread
spins her back to the moon.
            
Far away in a cold cavern
an anchoress queen drums icicle fingers.
            
Hers the realm of endless light,
Aurora Borealis beaming
            
the always blue of attrition.
Lonely Queen of the Snowbees
            
on her glassy throne 
where blizzards of unborn children swarm

she gazes  into the sea-eyes of Kay,
her captive, her changeling.
            
Hailstones melt on her face.
She dreads these tears for they are warm

and where they fall red roses spring.
Whose blood is this which seeps into the snow?

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