Porcelain ghosts
With hearts of ice…
Prisoners of steel
Haunt a concrete universe,
Poisoned by champagne
And their fat god of desire.
They wake in the dark,
When night cools their fever;
A broken child within
Remembers itself,
Longing for colour
And a laughing eternity.
Only a fool
Celebrates a joyless life
With champagne.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
A very interesting composition of words.
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Thanks Robbie.
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Nice one, Sue!
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Thanks, Eliza, there is too much of this kind of thing about.
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Lovely, insightful, and an interesting perspective.
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Thank you Rae…and for the reblog!
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