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The Breathless Pause

The anniversary of a death

A poem from The Breathless Pause by Moyra Caldecott The anniversary of a death Trying to reconstruct a person on the anniversary of his death you must enter the labyrinth of memory with its twisting and its turning, its sudden shocks, its false starts and its blind alleys, and its sudden revelations of what you [...]

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While I was wasting the day

A poem by Moyra Caldecott, from The Breathless Pause: While I was wasting the day While I was wasting the day the grass was growing, daisies opening, sunflowers pushing up tall stems. While I was wasting the day the bee pushed its way into a hundred foxgloves and went home tired. Now the light fades. [...]

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The net of pearls

A poem by Moyra Caldecott, from The Breathless Pause: The net of pearls Reality is not a straight line from past to future through the present… but a network of inter connections going every which way. When we recognise the nodes sitting in a garden at dawn, watching little finches, or flowers opening, a pearl [...]

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Swan

A poem by Moyra Caldecott, from The Breathless Pause. Leaving the pond and the gentle water weeds a swan rode the ocean. At first, because it was evening and mirror still, not knowing the fathoms of deep and restless currents stirring beneath its poised white weight, it rested easily, on smooth silver. But then – [...]

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Dare Darkness Grab Us

A poem by Moyra Caldecott, from The Breathless Pause: Dare Darkness Grab Us Shivering on a very small earth, the night sky formidable with stars, we pull the comforting blanket of our love over us, and, curled together, dare Darkness grab us and Time scatter us. Dare Darkness Grab Us Shivering on a very small [...]

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Revelation

A poem by Moyra Caldecott, from The William Blake Birthday Book (ISBN 978-0956199904). Revelation The dangerous seeing eye poised to strike at darkness. No mild recognition, but terror, as meaning leaps to meaning, like lightning on iron mountains. Words split in revelation. The crust of long accustomed shatters and an unfamiliar landscape is revealed.

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Full Moon

A poem by Moyra Caldecott, from The Breathless Pause. Sleeping with the silver disk of the full moon on my forehead… light shining through the thick bone. Watch how it glints on mind mirrors, Scatters shadows, and seeks at last, the tiny seed thought that waits for birth.

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The Breathless Pause

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Moyra Caldecott has been writing poetry for many years, and has had many poems published in magazines and anthologies. She has frequently read her poems at venues in London and the West Country. She was a member of the Dulwich Group in the 1960s and 70s, and in 2005 she was made an honorary Bard [...]

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