The Curse...

He did not fall

He was not pushed

His scars are borne

Through his mistrust

Of all things Heaven

And all things Earth

His wings now cast

So dies his curse

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Mrs Shaw...

Once they stared in

Whilst she stared out

Now all are gone

Yet I have no doubt

You share my question

Through a curious jaw

"Whatever became

Of poor Mrs Shaw?"

Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

(Photo: Moor State Hospital for the Insane )...