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Author Archives: Ross McCooey
Monument 0
Such personal historic placement,
a moments pause reflecting such
memories in Cheshire smiles.
Somehow silent while trapped in
luminous surround. Distant laughters
are audible to those that care
to lend an ear as trees shed summer
blossom, baring naked fragility to
ever extending winter, unafraid, unabashed.
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The Field Marshal 0
The great betrayal of a horrid tyranny,
cold and double faced. The ponderous crush
of the unwieldy jackboot, the vacancy of heart.
Blinded to affliction and cruel throughout
jealous ignorance, swines with ulterior ambition
constantly plotting, to the utmost; The Back Dagger Treason.
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The Custodian 0
The boiler room. Beads
and crackling tinder.
An old custodian, hunch backed
and stoking the tired flames;
flames that subdue in anticipation
of cool breeze and adolescence.
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Twilight’s Reflection 0
Silken curves embracing your form.
Depths beneath, dark, cold, yet tranquil.
Deceptive in this mirror image,
scorn engulfing entire fleets: so noble, so noble.
As night encroaches upon our time past,
your polished surface, as if in warning, gives way
to venomous ripples of displeasure.
Our concerto swells and
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