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The Myth of Marginalia
Reading and animations now at.. http://instagram.com/cordeliathings The close up magic of a snowflake,Is lost in the fury of desert whites,Painted red with blood and with time,On trial for murder and afraid to melt.But she was made beautiful by the wind,Delicate and fierce through the fall,Armies march across her in vainglory,For a glimpse of Spring’s felicity…
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Echo
The broken eye looks into me to pretend,This working mirror that flatters Mr Gray,Like a dagger twisting into his image,The pantomime prisoner of a moment,He is a silent shadow upon my stage,That drowns light in puddle mirages,Until I realize I am playing poor girl,And a dream is just time lying to itself,If we never wake…
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Stepping Into a Shadow
In a hot air balloon and gone too soon, 72 days ’til I’m over the moon,Both of us thinking we know better, I’m chasing rainbows over the horizon,But the colours are still in your world,In mine just fragments of a broken dream. I’m pining over the shadow you keep, Wondering if she’s cast by me…
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Cloven footfalls
I look at love in her stride,Running with wild horses,And I wish I was as free. I look gentle in that mirror,Held together by a strength,That is my world as a song. Thunder beneath me,Wind behind me,The world in front of me, Racing dreams to the dawn. There is music in the sunrise,That takes me…
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Mirror of Dreams
Hyacinths are blue for a bright chanteuse,Silent white in a crowd of colours,Holding a bouquet of crow black dreams,Waiting for an emerald tip in a ruby slip,To bury these ragtime riches deep. Through the darkest mirrors and with love, I’m a whole reflection smiling at a moment,Chasing a velveteen rabbit across the sky, Falling stars…
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Decompression
So goodbye yellow brick road,Five o’clock is coming round,I’m headed for that happier hour,To my lemon tree in your fool’s garden. Cool genies take me for granted,In hot pursuit of another rainbow,You’re not the tomorrow I run to,Just a place today might be found. Did sunlight ever need the rain , The two as one…
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Once Upon a time in Oklahoma
Once upon a time in OklahomaLived a pretty nation of yesterdays, Who fell in love with her tomorrows, But her tomorrows were cruel and sick,Feeding promises it couldn’t keep. Sometimes that nation is just a girl,Who keeps faith with her today world, Leading her down a path of Madness,For soon tomorrow will be gone, And…
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Puddle Deep, Mirror High
I saw him dancing in the rain,Catching puddles in his hands,Where I mistook his thirst for joy,His “make me stay” for panta rhei,When all I wanted was a photograph,Of our two hearts beating as one.But I felt the camera obscuring,Bright lightning flashes, bang, bang,There I took my stand, I took my shot,And now love lies…
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The Sky is Falling
Penny is playing at castles todayTides come and wash them awayShe thought she’d make some plansMaybe find some better sandsOther children so happy in their wayIt seemed so simple just to play,She took her pale to happy spade Spoke of the greatest castle ever made, They laughed, she cried, she went awayNow she works instead…
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The Watershed
Arizona still dreams of loving you,A little blue girl in a red world,I wanted to stay, but I had to go,To follow your star in the shows I know,Maybe I’ve seen this one already,It’s once upon a time in Hollywood,We were both struck by midnightThought that dawn would make it rightBut I knew we’d need…
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Demigo Now
I went to see the bigger picture, To bury myself in its details, To catch a ride to Hawaii,And see myself coming out of the sea, Our little Cambrian family. But we had to hide ourselves, Among the prettier pieces, Of a broken and brittle world, That has already bought and sold us. So I…
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Wild Dirigible
These little hills are mine to climb,Coz even girls fall from time to time.I’m down begging on your streets, And she’s praying in his pews, But it’s my church that you abuse. Sweet peas and mash potatoesYour laundry list of domestic blissMy cat drags you in and you play along, And I do hope we…
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The Lady of the Pieces
I left the stage and the sounds below,To warm with you upon this winter’s chill,Playing at us on the flying trapeze,We pretty things fall into each other,But alone I am left to catch the rain.A carillon of clouds is ringing in me,But no-one is picking up the phone,So time and I will have to leave…
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Chryssies
Sorry I couldn’t own the words,Or that I didn’t have the voice to speak them,Sorry that I couldn’t kill the pain,Sorry that I was happy with who I was,And didn’t want to change.I’m sorry that your pain drove you towards mine,That I couldn’t explain what love meant to me,Or hate, or what anything meant to…
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Dead Arts
We are not dead on arrival to your page,We live and breathe like the very words,Shifting like colours swirling with form,These delights live, and we are them, living… Don’t you want to know the mirror of death, And stand before the tyranny of entropy? Or be a corpse bride betrothed to an almighty lie, Living…
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