Ageing

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Shrunken woman
Crooked with age
Wise sage
Who walks the ways
Within I fear to tread
You read the stars
Set in my head
My eyes you open
See through dark
My living losses
Linger stark you know
The parting
Of my thighs
My kernelled heart
You open wide
Hear pitch of sorrows
Note in sighs
Of things I never
Got to do
Before you beckoned
You who drew
To places that I quake
To go
You know and yet
You show
That I must walk
As you and only
You be true
To me
My destiny
To be is this
A crone
An ultimate and lone
Old woman
I come home

©K Barr

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Lilith said:

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We all make mistakes, and marrying Adam was one of mine. So young and impulsive at the time, however all I can say is I learned from the experience and have moved on. In fact, a long way on….
I was the first wife, long before Eve came on the scene and had to come down from my mighty palace and fine background to get tangled up with him in the first place.
I was more than his equal in every sense, but he didn’t think so. This became glaringly apparent after I woke from the brief honeymoon period that had clearly clouded my judgement.
Was I glad to get out of that poky little hovel he called Eden and back to the wilds with my freedom and dignity intact? You bet your sweet life I was. He forgot that my lineage goes way way back, before he was even conceived of. He was from mud alright and I am from the stars and moon, the sun and also his tiny earth. What’s more, the desire too in the very hearts of little beings like him is attributed to me. Be warned, I will never let myself be taken for granted.
One other thing I want to clear up…he and his kind say my voice is like a screech owl…Well, to put the record straight, it certainly is not like a screech owl. It is the very screech owl itself, for I always come in the night, at the back of their dreams, winging it in their fears and dreads.
Oh, I have been so misunderstood. They say I steal babies, well I do not steal babies, I simply rescue them whilst their young souls retain the ability to love and laugh. This is to defend those very baby souls from being corrupted and further wounded by the Adamsis stupidity and selfishness, to say nothing of the violations they inflict behind closed doors…ooh! It makes my cold blood boil and dark eyes blaze with justified rage.
You see, I just cannot sit by and let the Adamsis get away with it. So there…that part is true. I wrap the fragile soul babies carefully up in my dark wings all nestled safe and secrete them away to a very beautiful and secure place where they can no longer be harmed. The baby souls stay there, quite content until their walking talking human selves can be strong enough to retrieve them when they wish to regain the ability to live fully alive and love…and that, makes the risks I take and bad press I get even more worthwhile.
So, if you ever hear the whisper of my wings or feel the breeze of my breath in passing just remember it is me just going about my self-appointed work as usual. SCREEEEEECH!©K Barr

 

Dignity

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In the weak mid-winter

Of my soul I know

The whole of me

Can grow

Magnanimity

My own inside

The kind humanity

I long to be

This freedom

Is our end

In this beginning

We can send

Ourselves to rest

Be safe at home

In earth this body

Each hour in trust

To fear no evil

It will be as dust

Borne lightly on the wings

Of wise that span so wide

All time will not divide

The weak Mid-winter

Of each soul

I know is pure is whole

Is thine and mine

We are each one

Divine seek truth

Through bleak

Mid-Winter week

See soul and know.

©

K Barr

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Wuthering Heights

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Let in the heights

And lows that blow

So wuthering in winds

Around your eaves

Such singing songs

That calls your name

Let in the strain of

Caterwauling wild

Way for more on moors

Untamed bring in

The fey for there’s no time

For sleeping here

The moon is up and out

The window let her in

For she can ride you to

Her midnight tryst

To reach the baptism

Of fire that you long

So lately long to live

 

©K Barr