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Ivy

Climbing up slumbering walls of cursed ivy.

Drooling at the acid sun’s elicit rays.

Covered in the acrid scent of another ethereal winter’s day, foaming

uncertainties in the jaws of an almighty abyss.

Oh Lord of unconditional loving, lady of sweet blessings.

Joining with deep magnetic caressing.

Coma tozed in life, slithering forth and back.

In an embryonic sack I sought release.

Empathic blows to egos delusions grounded.

The source of  bitterest irony camouflaged in ivy,

smothers my heart in diluted shame.

Who played that vanquished game?

That agonised adventure into mysterious places.

I clutched the ivy walls

Crawled towards a Buddha,

pride swelled by the Eastern antidote.

Where is Medina or Jerusalem?

In a cloud between poisoned ivy

will I taste again,

those voluptuous branches

towards freedom

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.

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