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Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Come home to yourself

I like it here
this place of quiet
time alone

Firelight faces dance
to the music in my head
as evening slips by

No need for words
for a week, no need
to offer up any sacrifices

All the open wounds
all the torn pieces
are band aided together

And I can sleep
with the door unlocked
my thoughts light as snowflakes

Poem by Eileen Carney Hulme. Painting of Retreat Cottage by Chris Gaunt