by Pam Crane
To greet us in the morning under the grinning sun,
A lone light, and all our power gone.
Powerless, we who had tamed the lightning.
Stripped of all we had built our silly lives upon.
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INDEX of POEMS
Iron
My Campaign
Party games
Heroes
Paradise Lost
Parades
Gaia’s Lament
Labour
Wabi-Sabi
Voices
Beware!
Tunnels
Confessions of a Media Hack
May-Day
The Clematis Hedge
Spring? …
The Snow Gun
A Dog’s Life
Scratchings from the Bedpost
Mirror, Mirror …
Tao
Beyond the Ploughland
Red Feathers
Refugee
Which Way, and For How Long?
A Single Rose
Fitting 1
Fitting 2
In Love
Joybringer
Mission
Night Music
When My Eyes Close …
Parturition
I Sing of You
It is Utterly Finished
Journey to the Centre of the Earth
The Silence
Janet & Joe
Sonnet
Sundance
A Walk to the Sea
Again There
Certain Parts of the Sea
Here We Are
Shore, Morning
Waiting for Him to Come Home
Concerto in D
Fair Game
Paradox
A Pilgrimage
Lineage
For Kipper
The Night Huntress
Heartsease
For an Autumn Wedding
Girls with Golden Hair
Spring Again
Spring Clean
The Beloved Gardens
The First Bullfinch
Disaster
Conception
Maytime
October 16th 1987
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1ABOUT PAM CRANE
Pam has been a poet since she was seven years old; it was only when she joined her local Writers' Club that she found she could also write short stories.
She has been a Christian astrologer for most of her life, is well known in that community, and is the author of two books plus many articles in the Astrological Association Journal (for which she compiles the regular Cryptic Crossword.)
You can find her website at https://revpamcrane.weebly.com.
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