What is she to you?

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Yes those eyes have seen it all , deserted babies, raped women, executed men . Every word ever written on the brick wall. See her colours green and blue , her red lips will spill words of truth  in every hue.

What do you see within those eyes morning stars and midnight skies. See her skin the colour of scorched  earth,  burned by warfare and men’s lack of worth.

Are those bruises around her eyes or just blackened skin from tears she has cried. Is she reaching out to you she begs an answer and it must be true.

Who is she  this haunting host , she is Mother Earth , she supports us the most. Providing us with all we need we cut her open and leave her to bleed.

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Accident !

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Warm day garden bathed in sun and all is well. Sitting with a friend having a cuppa when all of a sudden off the ladder he fell,  ending  on his upper!

Just a second, a flash of light in the blink of an eye all that was normal and right  blown away as through the air we see him fly. Everything went quiet as we watch him in slow motion. I was out there in a flash to help, quiet calm outwards no commotion.

Inside my heart beat double and stomach was turning  somersaults out side I calmly made he him rest and checked his limbs..outwards  very adult. Finally I got him up and into the sofa had to almost tie him down as he is not a loafer.

Painful bruises and nasty gashes and some unmentionable words, ice packs and painkillers  sitting with his legs up….something that is almost unheard of! Thank goodness it was not worse he could of broke his leg, the ladder came off the worse, broken thrown out, dead!