JR Mcrae called She Wore Emerald Then:
"A book of finely cut gems to hold, admire, let their multi-facets flash their messages to mind, and the fine sharp edges of each plane hold the image indelibly. The poets take us either side of motherhood and all the pain and joy held in between"
Helena Harper said: "the reader is taken on a journey from the sublime to the commonplace and you can't help but smile".
Here's a sample poem:
In the restless
night
when mortality
lurks in every shadow
the blanket won’t
cover your fear
and morning is a
half-forgotten dream
vague and
uncertain,
slink into my bed
the pillow holds a
mother’s secret
whispered charm
you can sink your
head into.
There are no demons
here;
no whirlwind of
memory and anticipation clouding sleep
only eternal
warmth
a shared space
free from the
ticking illusion
of time, motion,
and change.
Here, where you
are always welcome
nothing matters
except this peace
this place
containing every
possible now.
For a free copy just visit here: http://bit.ly/MotherDayKind. There's still time to get hold of a paperback version as well, which can be popped into an envelope for mailing.
Magdalena, this is one of my favorite poems from our book! It made me think of how my mother's bed always smelled like her Pond's cold cream--but I thought it was perfume. (-:
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