
Picture: One of my arts/crafts pieces that I make and sell for my charity CRUK. Ghost peacock painted on heavy slate.
Azure lawns cry,
stuck in the past
like dew tears
on dampened stones.
Sometimes
the darkness can be still be seen,
held tightly
between each
raw nerve,
each blade
of black grass
on which
dancers mop up tears,
waltzing the air
with ghost like peacock
fans over their broken faces;
pallid feathers
hover like wisps
of winter taking
one, last, look back.
Its memories
spill over
where those peacocks
once ran wild,
their rainbow fans
since crumbled to dust
to cover all that must
stay hidden while
Azure lawns cry.

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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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Stunning artwork Anita, your poem is lovely.
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Thank you very much, Helene. I hope you had a lovely Christmas, and best wishes for 2019.
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Happy New Year Anita.
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Love the colours in the poem. I always find that poems leave me with certain lasting images or colours, and the solemn blue and white of this poem with the gauzy air and feathers is incredibly refreshing. x
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Your comment was poetry itself. Thank you for those thoughts and for reading.
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What a lovely idea
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Thanks, elaine. Hope you’re enjoying the festivities and all the best for the new year.
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That’s beautiful!
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