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Anne Morgan

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Salvation

I am a biting snowflake on a bitter winter’s eve I am the wild rain pounding the fallen leaves. You are a rainbow with pots of shimmering gold

Silent night

Rows of stars bud and blossom Like mystical iridescent flowers On heaven’s guilded rooftop Before shooting like rockets Into the timeless night And bursting simultaneously

Floral butterfly

From her silken cape she emerges Like a dappled flower with wings And unfurls her velvet petals As the blackbird sweetly sings More graceful than a ballerina

Silent night

a surreal poem about night time, death, and dreams.

Monster - Chp 1 & 2 from the forthcoming novel

Her tears, like razor blades slash her cheeks in sync with the sleet like knives, stabbing the crispy autumn leaves scattered round her feet. “Sweet dreams Katie”, Jenny whispered, almost blinded by a waterfall of tears, as she gently dropped a sunflower (Katie’s favourite) onto her daughter’s coffin.