At the Crossroads
18" x 24"
acrylic / canvas

Near the junction she is sitting
frail her memories return.
behind the giggling hands
they point and whisper,
a shrine to all that's left the world.

Into our midst she entered softly
brought us fire to warm our thoughts
to dance upon our furtive faces,
ministered to the fear among us
which sat like jackdaws on our heads.

Made us stand and smile
through teardrops
which chanelled down our gritty hides
made our eyes look at each others
till our shaking chests had stilled.

Now she waits by
the harbour crossroads
where sailors leave their love behind
and if you should be blessed to see her
lead her by your open door.