A wonderful bird is the Pelican, Its beak can hold more than its belly ...

Stop to Finish
by Amy Haines
Starry skies of corn blue night,
scented air from blossom’s flight,
a tumbleweed has blown afar,
a heart left open, poised, ajar.
Little streamlets tinkle down
the snow-white cloth of eiderdown,
soaked by diamond drips of pain
all glints of hope are drowned in vain,
the ache of losing, unexplained.
And from this game you have refrained,
from singular to plural now,
crystallised, your golden crown.
To the earth you are no moon,
time come and gone, and lost too soon.
Metal clashes with the flesh,
blood and air together mesh.
Scarlet river freely roams,
as shattered heart softly moans.
Secret are the night and she
as pain takes over history.
Relish in the brief distraction,
bathe in beauty’s rare attractions,
for now it is no longer yours,
sorrow unto you it pours.
Fight for breath as flesh turns white,
for grievance will not take its flight.
Together are no longer you,
joy is lost and scarce and few.
Vapour, as the heart-beat grinds
to a halt where thoughts divine
are treasured, as you once were,
before you poisoned good in her.
the wonderful bird Ardingly College 2010
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