My Mary
I wake up this morning
my heart is so full
I’ve made your long tresses
from the blackest of wool
your dark eyes a-shining
your cheeks rosy red
your lashes reclining
when I put you to bed
imbued with a smile
that’s just starting to show
and so graceful of motion
each movement I know
so spirit, enfold me
with all of your charms
my dearest, just hold me
in your motherly arms.
my marionette
my mannequin
my Mary
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
