ìÖand hereís another one of her asleep in her cotÖî
She breathed in & then she breathed out again. It was amazing! Too easy to post endlessly about the minutiae of Rosy Erin Semple Jonesí first few days. The blogging equivalent of the billfold that falls open, cascading a concertina of family pics for all at the bar to marvel at. Iíll be getting busy with the Coolpix soon so expect some at leastÖ
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I finished (?) the following just before Rosie was born. A step away from my Thompson-esque preoccupation with doom & gloom!
UP
The ice is melting.
It pinks and shivers
like thin music. Black
windows in the ground
go soft and vanish.
Cobweb dewdrops glow
like moonstones in the
dark blue before dawn.
You wake. You breathe
deep. First light, bright
like spray across the ceiling.
Youíve slept and dreamed
beneath this cracked map
of an inverted world
too long. Youíve read
your fortune in its
one-lane highways,
nowhere roads too long,
looking for compass north.
Now the ice is melting. Breathe
deep. Rise into light.
11:11:38 PM 
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