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“Like clay was the sand in my fingers, moulding into hooded, echoing figures. Past clay voices mixed with sea water, gurgling words of anger and blame. I now smear sand clay upon my dress, white linen heavy with new marks. I carry the harsh voices as I spin around and open my arms to the lighthouse. [New Clay Linen]”

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Book:Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall
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“I consider where you might play now, as I lay staring out at the horizon. Plucking a petal, I whisper a message and let it float into the gentle breeze. The words will drift out of the garden, across the changed roads we used to tread. Circling new ground to find their feet, they will learn a new language to speak. [Seeking Sanctuary]”

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Book:Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall
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“Your manicured lawn did dissipate, revealing a garden dug with holes. Secrets germinated deep within, blossoming into botanical madness. A mix of grass stalks and fallen leaves, swept single letters across the ground. Digging and planting them into the dirt, you helped me bring earth to my words. [Awakening North]”

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Book:Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall
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“A flock of fairy wrens could land on grass stalks in the medieval garden. Splendidly whistling their fine stories, fluttering their wings before the Queen. The golden pear could be their gift, a very rare find in a world so bleak. The pear could be placed into the lap of the very tired and aged Queen. [Seeing Life Through the Bleak]”

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Book:Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall
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“Leaves I twist between my fingers, closing my eyes as thoughts drift. Into the momentous winds of time, the red-orange will soon afloat. For Autumn hues are unravelling through the waning summer days. ‘Tis the season of yearning passion and lyric to my heart and mind. [Ever Changing Rhythms of Life]”

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Book:Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall
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“Bare and glistening blooms do reach, longing to connect with my being. Setting my feminine spirit alight in a tightly wound body of darkness. The promise of fortuitous fruit, arouses my thirst to conquer a world of madness and dark rule, with womanhood as my stealth. [Spring’s Touch]”

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Book:Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall
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“Stepping forward, Girl stares out the doorway, into the sun. “I used to tread the world freely in Mira,” she smiles gently. “My feet would feel the bare earth sifting its way between my toes. I’d push a cart full of wares, hearing it roll along the bumpy terrain, catching stones and flicking them up into the air.”

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Book:Adira and the Dark Horse
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“Pressing my nails firmly into the bark of the tree, I watch as a silhouette reveals itself in the moonlight. Tall and built, the human frame enters the clearing that I stand in. My eyes are immediately drawn to the breathtaking sight of his face. I am familiar with those deep brown eyes, which draw me gently towards him. I let him pull me into his warm embrace. “Kirano!” I breathe, pressing my head against his regal blue jacket. I can hear his heart beating rapidly with excitement. “Aisha,” Kirano’s voice is as soothing as I remember. Looking up, I see his warm, adoring smile. “I see that you tied your favourite silk scarf to the tree.”

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Book:Adira and the Dark Horse
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“One night, we workers formed a circle around the tallow candle as it burned, allowing each other to bond by holding hands. It felt strange to connect with fellow people from Mira again. We have all become estranged from each other as we slave away for the woman leader. In our circle, we closed our eyes and prayed. I pictured the streets of Mira, adorned with the rugged rawness of our original footprints. We once stepped together or passed each other by, busy but comfortable with our work in various trades. Now we are anonymous, our identities stripped away from us.”

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