Tuesday, March 17, 2015



Painted with promises of blues and greens
And in the cracks, dreams are glued....as it leans.
At no one's behest, door was unhinged
As storms' beasts, upon it's secrets binged.
There was once a time. it opened only for gold
Carpets for lovers, and tales from the old.
Monster in hearth spawned cackling daughters;
Thrusting forth swords of lustful slaughter;
Behind a stage shared by bards and kings alike.
Then later, through their hearts, a polished spike;
Directed by jealousy towards the thinking mind;
Humanity and reason; mercenaries never find.
Scoundrels came calling and claimed for themselves
Silvery words, lying hidden on shelves.
Their worth not seen; a funeral pyre built;
Flamingos on fire, and waterfalls spilled.
Journals of travellers lay wasted in ash;
As too, did girls in white satin sash.

Nailed to dreams, The Nowhere Door leans;
Painted with promises of blues and greens.

Maureen Walsh - St.Patrick's Day 2015

Happy St. Patrick's Day to all!

Ciao for now!

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