Fireflies shimmer
Dancing on the edge of my tongue
Late-night sun, painting dark shadows
lacing white clouds in a world that is not mine
The moon hides her face, is she in mourning?
She holds the answer beneath the pale
incandescent carpet of liquid light
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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Thanks again, Sue… Anita is thrilled!
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Always a pleasure, Jaye x
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