Another Day with Catherine Cookson

Another day with Catherine Cookson

Stories written of a different time

A different place

The trials and tribulations

Of the past

Still alive today

Have we evolved from the era of masters?

I look around and what do I see?

No

Only the masters have evolved

More cunning

With whiter and sharper teeth

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Maybe Both

Oftentimes I wonder

If it's the look

Of anger

Or is it covet

I see

In their eyes

As it flashes on

Something

They cannot have

Maybe both

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By Candlelight - A Memory

I floated in

A state of trance

Guided by

An unknown hand

Drifted towards

The flickering glow

My mind numb

In surreal reverie

What will

The gloom show?

My maw

A cauldron filled

With gabbing moths

Prancing about

In fancy dress

Shadows

Dark and lost

In four corners

Watched

My mourning progress

Seated by

The firelight

I looked beyond

To eyes that

Could not see

He

Whispered words

I no longer

Remember

Of circles

And truths

And company

I was

But a child

Pubescent

In years

But grown enough

To swallow

My brimming tears

I was

Brought there

To know

How I would fare

My present

From lips

Opened bare

My future

My fate

But

Of the whole

There was only one

One prophecy

No appointment

No date

Spoken in

The bright of day

In which I cared...

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Struggles With Love

I struggle with love

Poems

Are not

My specialty

Is in the dark

Hidden places

Where I love to go

My muse lives there

It's not that

I don't feel

Love

Is here

Surging through

My veins

Throb with

Fiery passion

Barely concealed

Filling my soul with

Colors

Radiant and bright

My mind just has no words

So I struggle with love

Poems

Dark and confused

Are my forte

Because I love to go

Where my muse

Resides

In the shadows

Calling me

I visit but never

Ever stay

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