Author: Roslyn McConnell

Silk

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a spider spins a sturdy webacross the distancebetween two strong limbs,angled gently againstthe moon’s sultry glowas each thread glistenswith drops of glitterfrom indigo skies. a dream catcher spun of silver,a never ending realmforming interlocked lines oflove and deceit,each turn a... Continue reading →

Speak Now

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I spoke to him last night.He called, I answeredand to hear his voicewas to reignite a flamebut very little oxygenwas there to be consumed. It was a slow conversation,weighed down by heavy layersof tension and uneasinessafter 3 weeks gone unspoken.but... Continue reading →

Glass Jar

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Warm Kingston windsBring sugar cane soundsInto my bedroom.They strum the beatOf his heartAgainst my eardrumsSo I may hear the peace of GodIn his chestAs he sleeps. A butterfly’s wingsEnvelope the essenceOf each blink and stride,Sending echoes of motionThat transform his... Continue reading →