Two poems by Maureen Wheldon

TO CHANGE THESE HOURS


She reaches the gate of four pearls
Rattles the bars.

Sees through a fence of fire
One star.

And the sun dancing in gold shoes.

In the east
Helios is driving the four horses.

She would change these hours
But knows:

To pick bright flowers
She must never look back.


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DO NOT BELIEVE ALL


Do not believe all
you read in history :
it has long been out of date.

But listen to the wind,
observe the sun, birds,
and wide, wide sky.

And somewhere,
on a far-off beach,
where ocean grinds and
washes rocks to fine sand;
a pink shell, a periwinkle.
Here history winks her eye.

Now walk and read.

• Maureen Wheldon's poetry has appeared in various small press magazines and her collection To Change These Hours published by Kite Modern Poetry Series.

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