It all comes out in the wash
the creases, the tainted thread
succumbing to the hellish heat
falling to the grubby floor.
We got what we wanted
a clean, bright, shiny plate
tie it in a ribbon and bow
forget the rest, no one knows.
The ground says why, why, why, why
why, five times over for truth
highlighting the creases and thread
for someone else to soothe.
Waiting in the dark
Sitting on the bench
Not a flicker, not a spark
Little girl behind a fence
She can’t remember playing
She can’t remember staying
She can’t remember dreaming
She didn’t hear the screaming
Waiting for her life to begin
She missed it, happening.
Fluffy brown shadow
Sings towards the deep blue sky
searching for answers
Does he know the day is rare?
What thrilling game will he play?
An old white soldier
snoozing in his rocking chair
counting all his bones
He knows today is precious
The game is ending for him.
The clouds are floating south
a white dot, stops still
a constant in the silent
humming burring darkness
I can’t see tomorrow
but I can still hear today
the clouds are floating south
across this navy fray
Side pony-tails and blue wellies
Found your red dusty rusty earth
Enchanting the young, wild and free
Behind the fences of Wentworth.
I loved hopping over the sty
Hunting the chestnuts on the ground
Scaling the Oak into the sky
Enchanted by the woodland sound.
You line the memories of my heart
A drop in the ocean of me
And although we are miles apart
I think of you often, happily.
Thank you for my magic childhood
My little patch of English wood.
I am a blade of short grass
Dancing along the river
Bubbled by the southern sun
And simmered by Sunday mass.
I’m not like the other hues
I only long for one step more
Springing from this tight pruned world
An adventure for the true.
Life took me from my woodland
Skipping, stumbling with the breeze
The passage of time followed
As I learned to take command.
I still have many rocks to climb
In my dreams along the Rhine.
I am a brown eyed unicorn
tip-toeing through this universe
afraid of my own echoes.
I want to find my voice and shine.
but I am a brown eyed unicorn.
I step to centre stage
the spotlight burns my soul
intensifying the fear.
I don’t belong here.
I don’t know where I belong.
I am just a brown eyed unicorn.
There is a reason for everything
the carousel keeps turning
the mountain needs climbing
and I am always wondering
why was I born, a brown eyed unicorn?
The sun went to sleep
fell into the shadows
the night crept in deep
but no one will know.
The houses flicker
warmth and golden vibes
but can you see her
top window, she hides.
Waiting in the dark
for the night to take
the remaining spark
leaves lust in his wake.
Shadows are sleeping
the night is deepening
the eyes are knowing
a moments dreaming.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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