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In the Wings - Mag 303

© Shers Gallagher 2016

Musicians are the last to leave
The whirling girls 
And magician's sleeve.
I'm the one lost 
In the wings
4-5-6, 4-5-6
And awaiting
Curtain call
Encore, encore!
Arpeggio, 
So brilliant now
I'm the one lost 
In the wings
4-5-6, 4-5-6
And awaiting
Curtain call
Encore, encore!
Waiting for
The whirling girls
And magician's sleeve
To fall.

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Fear of the Encroaching Unknown - Mag 302

©Shers Gallagher 2016She fears the beast of the encroaching unknownwhile turning within and challenging attitudesthat are encased in her mirrored reflection.She has let in an influx of foreign change.Baksheesh, baksheesh!
She now fears the pendulum swing,ringing out the old and ringing in the newlike a plot to usurp a dying age with what's to come.Today's usurping of antiquated predilectionswill not diminish. The swing grows stronger,reaching out and vibrating into heavenas hell oscillates in the taking.Taking, taking! 
There is a strength in numbers revivedto march on the spilt tears of children -our children - and their needsare superseding the burden of giving.
What shall be done then?
What shall be done when the beast is satedand begins to bite the hand that feeds?
Her mirror, now too heavy to hold, is set down. She looks away to rest up for another dayand face her fear of the encroaching unknown. 

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Ophelia knew what I did not... Mag 301

© Shers Gallagher 2016Ophelia knew what I did not...
that life is unhinged.
And everything in it whittles down,
down, down, down
to vain and worthless glory.

Ophelia knew what I did not...
that to enjoy love is a momentary thing,
and so is sanity.
Everything else is vanity,
vanity, vanity, vanity
in a broken stream of passing celebration.

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Charing Cross Road 1937: a moment's reflection - Mag 300

©Shers Gallagher 2016

A little less than 80 years ago….
Time was fraught with global uncertainty and utter anxiety.
But it was a near century of hope, shining strong and virtuous.
Juxtapose this against today's toxicity that doubts too many beginnings
before they are allowed their time to germinate and hatch. 
Thus, modern cynicism can easily squelch the good of living life,
calling it 'bad' in turn and time. 
And the 'good' of these days can be overlooked and branded 'boring'.
Still….
Our parents' THEN versus your and my NOW I would not want to live in,
not for all the advancements made in our millennial world, 
incredible as they all are.
Shouldn't we then teach ourselves not to lose the simple loveliness in just being?
Shouldn't we learn again to dance and sing, and to set aside time to splash in all the ‘puddle wonderfuls’ 
that we can grasp,
just as in the days of ‘84 Charing Cross Road’?
I don't know about you, 
but I would much prefer this than to rema…