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A pelican wings her way
through the whispering space of morning
Wheeling beneath the paleness
of a moon's winter hunger
Her cries echo in the stillness
and across the paddocks of lowing cattle
An awakening sun ignites
her appetite for the redfin of the lake

And in a farmhouse
a philosopher stirs in her bed
Dreaming to the rhythm of the kitchen clock
Oblivious to logic and forms
She wanders the landscape
of her imagination

And somewhere there is a table
with wine bread and candles



Bernard McVeigh

This is dreamy and beautiful, Bernard. Lovely, graphic images that come together in a most unusual and effective way.


~ Lizzy