Group-Analytic Contexts, Issue 78, December 2017
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Newsletter – Winter <strong>2017</strong> 95<br />
Till there among the leaves<br />
It proudly sprouted several more,<br />
so we could gather these.<br />
Our mushrooms took us to the stars,<br />
to heaven and to hell.<br />
Each day we tripped with sodden boots<br />
to look for more among the roots.<br />
We shouted out to passers by<br />
We’ve found a mushroom rare!<br />
Some did not believe and others did not care<br />
It was only fools that foraged in the wasteland that was there.<br />
And when the time which suited us was left to winter’s frost,<br />
We trusted to another year<br />
to find our mushroom rare.<br />
Deep down we knew our chance had gone.<br />
And now alone I wander<br />
where once with friend I walked<br />
And mushrooms come and mushrooms go<br />
But never shall I see again, a mushroom made of gold.<br />
Josephine Canty<br />
Pandora<br />
The net closes.<br />
I leap fish like, onto a rock.<br />
(In search of freedom) or safety.<br />
In the baking heat I am<br />
like an empty drum<br />
Pandora, spewed empty.<br />
she listened to me<br />
watched my moves<br />
saw unheard music from my drum,<br />
and slowly, slowly<br />
within her gaze