Jane Morgan’s Poetry

Jun 29, 2017 by

Jane Morgan’s Poetry

Little One

You are unclouded hope and I am the empty reach of sky.
I danced a tiny suit as if it held you, blindly unsuspicious
of the empty weight of dreams. Your sisters miss you –

bringing out your name like an empty plate. They hold the mysteries
of your own unrealisations, plucking worms from fairytales
in birdsong voices – princesses do not
reawaken at a kiss. The garment long unseen remains unworn.

We moved the table where I slumped and wept. The sunlight shifts
behind new curtains and the trees have grown
above the windows I turned from when you left.

Jane Morgan completed her BA in Writing at Southern Cross University in 2016, and lives with her musician husband and their two daughters in a nominally utopian township on the NSW far north coast, where truth is elusive and far stranger than fiction.

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