TRIP TO WINDSOR CASTLE POEM 14

The weather turns darker and the days shorten. The shortest day is not so very far away at the end of December. There is a brisker feeling to the wind and we know that the Summer is well gone. I think of warm soups and long books, as venturing out for longer excursions becomes something to plan with the weather in mind. So as we cosy and slow down the fairy tale and the castle begin to join together towards a happy ever after.

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“People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” Carl Jung

Portent

A darkened cloud hides the radiance,

Of the sky with a message distinct,

But immediately undecipherable,

The cloud in your mind telling.

Deep, dark and passionate are your eyes,

What portent lies within?

I drink your eyes in and can feel

The burning but not see the thought.

My eyes are a well and the blistered

Tears run for you uncomprehending,

What disturbs the cool pool of your soul?

Usually they are at rest.

“One need not be a chamber to be haunted.” Emily Dickinson