sglèat / slate

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In another time & place       

when i was someone else — i          

held you. saw you for the 

last time. final journey.   

gazing out towards   

home, i watched you  

fly — across the tidal ice.

soul carried 

high. sky slate    

grey, as the ice packed 

North Sea,

roared tumbling.

pain echoing thunder.

crack. the tearing 

of my soul & all the half stitched

seams holding us together.

i stood inside days. waiting. lost 

inside the storm.

staring out. standing tied.

shore-bound, screaming

at the raw edged wound of nature. 

hoping to be swallowed up,

as hearts opened & merged 

with the fossils of stones.

one moment out of time & step,

the glance away — the cruelest blow. 

my hell brain mind replaying 

last words back

to me. unsettled, mingling with the

Sea. as day rolled in & out. pain

washing over. tears flooding,

drowning me,mixing with the salt. eroding

my reflection. the me i had become,

your eyes, staring back 

from the deep, in 

hollowed scooped

out silence. 

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òran / song

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do you have to know  

a language,to understand

a song.heartache in the loss.   

sadness inside melancholy.

love,within the light,

reverberates. nature’s echo  

ripples over the landscape 

of unspoken trace memory. 

inside each raindrop life’s river

runs.the stag hears below

the heather.below the ground.

below all sound.blood pumps

within everything.inside every

flower that blooms — shoots — 

the newborn song of life.

©Copyright Karen Bain 2017.All Rights Reserved.

The Writing Garden ~ Issue Fourteen

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Happy to announce that my poem co-chothrom / balance ~ is included in the latest edition of the online magazine: The Writing Garden ! My thanks to Suzy Hazelwood, for asking for my work to be featured, alongside so many talented & wonderful writers. 🙂X

The Writing Garden

Cover Image ~ Light In Darkness
Nadia Gerassimenko ~ Tepid Autumn

A Dream Of Trees

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There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.
.

There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.
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I…

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tàirneach / thunder

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final

I washed you out with bitter words
i washed myself out with it. spat me
out down the drain where I’m sitting
still. watching waiting for the change
to come to feel again to leave undone
to stop the hammer in my head that
keeps reverberating through each night
each day disrupting all, won’t leave me be..
i did not want what you wanted
i did not want
i did not
i did
i
I saw
i saw the spark
i saw the spark kindle
i saw the spark kindle and catch light
I saw the light within the darkness
the darkness within your eyes
i wanted to dive in to see to feel to
lose myself, get lost in all from me as
far from me as i could get it’s never
far enough. i see and feel the rain too much
i see and feel the voices echoing, resonating
on into the distance and back again. the
arrows as they pierce. i am engulfed buried
under the darkest night of howling moon.

i see the colours of the darkness, the dripping
reds and hurtful words the clawing and the
scratches the cut marks as i lay in bed, it all
comes back to me tenfold within the voice
that will not leave or listen. i see and feel
all I’ve done undone and done again i feel unto
the end of time the crushing inside my mind,
the crushing weight of all the pain, the universe
undone again. as it cries out i hear the siren
in the whisper,the banshee in its loss, the blood
that thunders underground, the spark that shoots
and feeds the roots of all we are connected — dis
connected to,the ties that bind us all together,
the shadows as they walk and creep, the darkness
as it swoops and steeps to reach out to us, to
lend a hand, the fist that closes in. i hear the
silence beneath the waves that beat, that rise and
fall, ebb in and out and crash — as birds swoop
overhead and trust the air that suffocates.

i did not want to be as i am but here i sit and this
is me, a shell engulfed by flames and light within
the screaming darkness of my night.
a shell surrounded and engulfed by sound, that flows
and pumps the beat unto the ground,that feels it
all the ebb the flow the heightening quick of the
undertow, as i am pulled this way and that.
i spat me out down the drain where I’m sitting still..
watching waiting for the change to come,to feel
again to leave undone to stop the hammer in my
head. to leave me be to be as dead within the
hush, the silence that must live — somewhere
inside the chaos within — the melancholy of
the sound…

 

©Copyright Karen Bain 2017.All Rights Reserved.

fuileachadh / bleeding

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I sat. still. gut wrenched. holding.
Nib to parchment scraping. cutting.
tracing veins that would no longer quicken.
until I vomited you.out. bleeding the past.the way
out through the buried box.contaminating air.singing
as a newborn.echoing through the darkness.
afterwards.raw. eyes wide.finally awake.
flooding.senses heightened.
I knew. I was alive.

 

 

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tail / matter

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You Matter. we all matter. we are mutually connected interconnected prescient even if you have no one in the present moment. you matter. i’ve been there alone. loved. unloved. tried to live. tried to die. de-fragmented been born again learned how to fly again to reassemble the shattered pieces of who i ever was or could have been again. rearranged. lived on in pain. even in my lesser moments dared to be. i am connected. introspectively reordered never whole but I am matter in this time. this space. this infinite present. let us live amidst the wonder of our dreams step on into our future selves and Never let go of the life rope we created. hold on. hold on to you. and climb. climb on into the Blue…

 

©Karen Bain 2017.All Rights Reserved.

Dùileach / Elemental

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Death lives encircling from womb
unto the tomb.
i can hear it in the call of the Raven,
in it’s uncomplicated instinct.
man hides within his degenerative fear,
amidst his pretence of Reality.
death is only nature Reborn
returning to the soil. nourishing all.
there is life after death.
our planet rejoices
accepting new life
in the coming dawn,
when we are gone.
footprints on the sand washing away.
unseen.
we are as if a Dream.
All things return in elemental
increments…

 

 

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