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Poems by Janey Sutton
A snapshot emblazoned, red hot and tortuous,
In a stillness, surreal and timeless,
Inept and floundering,
Life’s essence drips guiltily from her fingers,
The scent of fear saturates the room,
Powerless to help,
Her battered body barely visible beneath the sheets,
Lays emaciated, discoloured and decomposing,
Agony palpable in her eyes,
Pain in every wretched breath,
Time is suspended precariously,
Silently I plead for her,
She will never speak to me now,
Unanswered questions rattle my brain,
Emotion’s arms mercilessly squeeze my throat and I struggle to
My legs are attempting to flee while my heart presents its
An image eternally seared into my memory,
As death’s putrid cloak envelops,
Exhausted, I close my eyes,
But still, I watch.
Twinkling twittering rolls down the staircase,
Like the first breath of summer.
An adventure in its infancy unfolds in her room.
I devour the magical tale told through a child’s’ eyes,
Fresh and unspoilt,
Like the taste of spring dew.
The scene is set for a magnificent epic,
Simply narrated by a cast of special toys.
She chatters musically, unaware of my presence.
I creep closer to procure a precious glance.
There she sits surrounded by her story,
Bathed in the honeyed evening sunlight,
Incandescent in an autumnal haze.
In adult mimicry she carefully tucks away a tendril of spun
Revealed is a cherubic face ecstatic in honest expression.
I absorb the lisping language dripping innocently from her
I capture her electric wide eyed excitement.
I watch as the fantasy weaves its ethereal thread,
Dancing enticingly around her daring her imagination.
I gaze enraptured in mute wonderment,
Maternal emotions overspill, bursting from my chest.
I yearn to cradle her and greedily inhale her scent.
Temptation tugs at my heels to wrap her in adoring arms.
And preserve her for eternity.
I immerse myself in the exquisite picture and permit its warmth to
flood my soul.
She is entirely mine and I utterly hers.
We sit cheek to chubby cheek,
Like the perfume of Christmas spices on a winter’s night,
We melt together.
I am lost in her enchantment,
And my heart sings with pure joy.