celebrating and creating our own LGBTQ+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

day fourteen



of these sorrows,

Spoke out my heart


They have been many

And they have been weighty


And the gap between them



They are part of me

But they are not me


And then appeared a magpie

Flash of turquoise

Between the sun and the branch


Just the one for sorrow


A shower of griefs

Rain down

Rain down


My heart cracks open


To contain this new, unwelcome sorrow


A flight of swallows

Takes to the sky


Towards a horizon steeped in grace.



Nicola Lytle, Brighton

















Comments on: "day fourteen" (3)

  1. no word unnecessary to create such beautiful description, thanks Nicola, x

  2. Exquisite pain

  3. Profound, beautiful and sad.

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