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Blue Pools
04:12
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Stoney Creatures forging their tunnels
Finding light
Within the bleak shadowy dust
Stitching foreign objects together
All bound up
As fractured rhythms contradict time
The tree waves her arms about
And mumbles to all of the others
Through underground stems
Systems rumble about the great deep
Tiny shoots wriggling
Through mud, through mud
Tomorrow's away
Lifeblood shooting
Roots of the night
Searching for organs
Pumping station
Building momentum
Flowing through archways
Vanishing point
Stairwell locked cabin
Hiding moon portals
The tree waves her arms about
And mumbles to all of the others
Through underground stems
Where the aqua-grey stardust
Absorbs into the deep
Blue pools, blue pools
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Fondly I approach your decaying
Features carved and woven
Concealed by a perpetual undergrowth
Your pulse buried in leaves
Carrying secrets whispered by strangers
Holding tiny lights
Mixed with broad stretches darkness
Printed on wood
Quietly resting by you
As the hours
The weather
The years pass one after another
Listening to the breath of an echo
Tip-toing upon the cold stone of
Vacant chancels where you remain
Hidden but for the eyes that look
Where your wisdom spills out
A mouthful of tangled vines
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The formation of stalagmites
Occurs between the gaps of sound and silence
Taps are dripping and hands are stirring
Hot sauces in a steel pan
And the rainwater percolates limestone caverns
As mounds of calcites collect and new forms emerge
From the darkness
Unearthing mysteries from a deep clear pool
Where sound became muffled by watery stillness
And sight becomes blurred
As in the spaces in between
Soon enough minerals merge depositing surprises
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Piranesi
04:26
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Your voice narrated my sleep, Piranesi
There's more expansion occurring through this night time
Explore the palace, stepping over the skyline
Shadowed and stranded, offerings for an echo
Follow messiahs, tell shocking truths or pointless lies
In rooms transcended by the wrong people
Within intimate memories of childhood
The waves are a lapping and tripping
Dancing over the marble shore
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Tobacco Pipe
04:43
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The gate is locked but the lights are on
No-one is answering the phone
Hint of tobacco drifts by my nostrils
Here time travels
Transporting me back again
To a time when she was here
And I was held in her mind and hands
Cleaning my scraped knees
Letting me dip my fingers into a bowl of flour
Sugared sour apples on my tongue
Tobacco pipe drifts and we are all together
Hot skies and a bottle of Australian red wine
Tales of Koalas
Always proudest of the youngest members of the clan
Holding us all in your mind
Fragments of our story jumbled among the pebbles on a beach
Midnight car journeys
Cooked breakfast at the end of the pier
Love letters never read but not forgotten
Last month I was so moved by your stories of Cyril
Lost in the war
Air raid sirens, air raid sirens
Fear falls through the clouds
A castle and a telephone box
Where it all began
Together again in the sky
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Our bodies stitch seams across the park
Caressing living stones
Prehistoric mosses and lichens
Catching a breath of a white blue cloud
Passing over umber grasses and ferns
Antlers and hoofs
Watching
Listening to the air
Tumulus hillocks roll unto the head
Where the azure bullets rest
Buried from wartime
Sea monster
Oceans of deep roots
Wild tentacles flail about
Broken bark crumbles down
Where the faeries dwell underneath toadstools
Of unfathomable post box red
The green and the grey
Dying to be birthed again
From the womb of Old John
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In the Garden
03:17
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This place that we built
And grew with our young hands
And a belly full of life
Bursting at the seams
Hidden in the garden where the tire swings
Upon frayed ropes
Underneath a canopy of weeping willows
While the boats reside
And call out unspoken wishes
Where the boats reside
And call out unspoken wishes
Return to the root
Follow the grey trail
Into the clouds
Where standing stones are the keepers
And words have no need of speaking
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Heron
03:52
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We heard the sound of passing
Time gonging into stillness
Warmth of a breeze
Flooding the ageless day
A closeness of air flowing all around our bodies
As with the sun
The light soaks in
A balm upon the skin
Moments bud as dew on the grass
Sounds quiver weaving memories
Through this gentle atmosphere
Towards the pond
Car alarm pulsing
Laughter of children
Cool grass, bare feet, soft dirt
Autumn is upon her way
Protected path on the other side
Of the pill box bird hide
Where a lanky heron rests upon the water
Then delves into the sky
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Jar of Ashes
04:26
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Line Made by Walking
02:37
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Line made by walking
Wild grasses sway with our shoulders
Horse shoe arcs laced
Through bicycle tyre prints
Hike boots thick in mud
Heaps of crisp oak leaves
Lie in the pit of a trench
Company for our path
Desire lines mark a new way
Bullrush pond broken twigs
Path of brick and Swithland blue stone
Ivy creeping up old man oak
Song of the birds
Wild grasses sway with our shoulders
Mound of horse shit
Achy toe joints
Mossy log to rest upon
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Sea Ruins
03:48
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I live on the side of a hill
With a wind that in the winter chill
Bites at the skin on your face
If you hang around this place too long
It sings a song through the gaps that remain
An eerie refrain
Visits on most of the days
New clothes but features the same
I can see the sea from here
Though in thick cloud it disappears
Chattering battering the shore
Cormorants and seagulls soar
You see our children in houses around
We watched them grow up while we crumbled down
This is not what we were built for
Summer attraction with stalls
Watching the grass grow up
Through our ripped up walls
The waves may reach us and we will fall
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Bear
03:11
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Timely she awakened pathways to the moon
Mere memories fluttering about her
Lodged in the throat of a bear
Be replaced by something
Matching the empty space
Another rung on the spiral trail
Locking eyes with her
For walls and tears
Thick layers of bark
Fragile youngling of moss and oak
Lovely eyes strong and splendid
Infinite parting holds its ground
Torn away by trembling
Whispers of sand inside her shoes
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Melanie Pegge Loughborough, UK
Hello and welcome to my bandcamp page. I am a classical guitarist and writer from the Midlands UK. I also enjoy drawing, rambling through the countryside and singing with friends.
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