tree dilapidates in the face of dawn
in liquid dawn tree dissolves back
in liquid dawn tree dissolves back
By Christine Murray
The Tea Cup Hills steam up, the mist swirling above endless green. I walk the quiet trails forever thinking of the bodies piling up in ...
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Christine Murray is a City and Guilds qualified restoration stone-cutter. Her poetry is published in a variety of print and online publications, including The Southword Journal, Crannóg Magazine, A New Ulster Magazine, Caper Literary Journal, Ditch Poetry, Bone Orchard Poetry, Levure littéraire and Recours au Poème.
Her Chapbook, Three Red Things was published by Smithereens Press in June 2013. A collection of poems, Cycles was published by Lapwing Press in 2013. A dark tale called The Blind (Poetry) was published by Oneiros Books in 2013.
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