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Issue 16 Winter 2010
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by Doreen Hopwood
Leafless trees twist beneath
lachrymose skies, nakedness
stark defiance to wind bequeathed
by Winter's bleak excess.
I too, stripped, emotions laid bare,
joyless as the empty landscape,
eye distracted by corvids there
on flayed branches draped
in frosted tears, outside
waiting for snow to fill their space,
I on the inside,
watching Death steal over your face. ©Doreen Hopwood, May 2010 |
Doreen Hopwood |
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| Doreen Hopwood writes: "I live beside beautiful Loch Lomond in the Loch Lomond and Trossachs National Park. I am a therapist teaching relaxation techniques, yoga stretches, and Indian head massage. I also work with crystals and vibrational healing. I perform with a poetry group, Clylevlom, and much of my poetry is Goddess focused and deeply influenced by ancient myth and folklore. I also enjoy hosting Goddess events celebrating the Goddess in all Her aspects. E mail me at dorryhopwood@hotmail.com." | |
