Adele McLean
Trying to re-ignite my creativity! I’m interested in writing family stories and history.
Adele McLean
Trying to re-ignite my creativity! I’m interested in writing family stories and history.
Trying to re-ignite my creativity! I’m interested in writing family stories and history.
Trying to re-ignite my creativity! I’m interested in writing family stories and history.
Tether is broken
Hearts out in the world alone
Love breaks away now
We were much better
Then his deception arrived
Love’s not so honest
I thought us better
Though humans, not gods, are we
Stupid and simple
No one loves pain
Yet all of us create it
Decency is lost
Twenty three years now
Yet we know each other less
Sad how the years pass
Enjoy, love grows they say
But resentment rests here now
...
One you’d least expect.
‘To put bread on the table
for my wife and son.
Twenty-seven awful years,
mainland living suits me now.’
But look at the sights!
To the left, church of Mary,
To the right, sorbet.
‘Don’t worry about my thoughts,
your pleasure, my employer.’
Rowing and towing,
quiet ripples in canal,
lovely Sunday ride.
Cynicism won’t blind us.
Our sour, grumpy gondolier!...
Living comes with a
PRICE, are you willing to pay?
Humanity or
the ocean’s loud voice
screaming to the collective
‘Let me show you the
PRICE we all pay now!’
Willing or not it’s happened
Magic can cure us.
Oh divine mermaids
hear our recovery call!
Restore us together.
Wake up now and pray!
Sea biscuits, sea horses, see
us. Magic we pray!...
Never trust a seeker,
until you know how they lived
How did they survive?
Little girl left alone,
Dad’s train delayed, Mom’s dead now.
Southern secret still!
Love’s around, yet missed.
‘Where has my family gone?’
‘Grandma? Auntie? Dad?’
Ignore feelings, thus
the pretense survives. All proud.
Must impress. Be good.
Go to church! Behave!
Feelings make you too subject
to ridicule, shame.
Then s...