Poem 11: Maureen

   do not attempt

to brush away

the raindrop

from the

butterflys wing

for only

through this

can you see

his colours.

______________

on my Lady Marquesite

a fleck of silver

her eyebrow finds

a diamond tear

the corner collects

and runs

the strand

of sadness

for my Lady Marquesite

______________

sing on, my little one

wide eyed and laughing

stumble on past

the leaning stones

and as you

graze your cheek

against

the cold angel

grey and watchful

sing on

my little one

wide eyed and laughing

and we shall

beat the reaper yet