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Piercing white doves

The piercing white doves fell from the sky.
In her ears, an avalanche, echoed a snowstorm on Earth,
of vivid white doves seeking rebirth.
Through dim possibilities,
escalating, escalating.
Dancing in darkness, their lives were unlimited,
until in the new dawn when the dark went away,
there were blue fireflies that entered the day.
Those piercing white doves, their eyes fierce as thunder,
the dead rose again, the plunder, the plunder.
Until a great calm, a new sudden hush,
as the piercing white doves flew from the dust,
ascended the sky, there was then no more pain
and they would never die.

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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