Geertje Jong

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StoryTHOSE GOOD OLD MOUNTAIN DREAMS skinner_jennifer1613 years 10 months ago
StoryTwo Husbands and a Lover Silver Spun Sand1613 years 10 months ago
StoryBecause of you _elle_813 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Origami

I have had enough Ready to meet my maker The sickness has finished me Brought me to my knees I am no longer begging for life Just longing for the sleep When I can spread my wings

Storm

On the edge of the horizon Twists the mighty storm It curls it steel grey fingers Around the egg blue sky And comes like boiling water To land its deafening roar Trees are felled like matches
Cherry

Holy Communion

A circlet on your tongue The body of Christ Melts in the heat Of your mouth The blood of your Fathers Son Brought to your lips Small drops of Ruby wine Slip past your chin

Murder of Crows

He watches a murder of Crows As they gather on the Bell wire Their hooded eyes blinking And thinks of home The scuffed front door Where his fingerprints linger

Horrid Horace

A little boy with a wicked sense of humour

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