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What secrets lie hidden beneath the tarmac and concrete of present day Bermondsey? Adelaide finds a supernatural river, druid magic and enchanting music. But she still has to go into the office. Every day. www.smarturl.it/BermondseyGrail With thanks and a hug to Imogen Hay.
![]() I am walking in glass slippers Through pools of silver fire Across the sun rising inside the earth Dark trees tremble in this mirror world Rain soaked grass shadows the light breaking morning Silent, alone, I dream of laughter The clawed queen holds my voice Bound in a golden hair she ripped from my head I dare not speak in case the universe dissolves The crystal slippers glitter The queen's gift, the mark of possession Stumbling forward, a hidden stone shatters the glass Dark blood roses tangle across the sun Feeding the earth with flowers seeded from pain A cry, my first, breaks the silence I kneel in the rainwater, gathering the fragments Expecting sharp nails to tear my skin Poisoned air to close up my throat ![]() Instead, sweet lilacs fall from my mouth In the distance a scream and the snapping of talons I am singing and walking with blood soaked feet My words are stars carried on the morning Sugared petals glowing in the sun Mary Josefina Cade These images are beautiful and far far away from dull practical office centred activities. A total escape. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQxjPMN9E1U
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