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For T. H.


by Ellie Lee



For T.H.


The fulbright sun
long faded
and the wan
spring smile
of the Devon daffodils
tried
and found wanting.
Your ouija board
played
you false
and whole continents
lost their magic.


In your room
her coffin elm
filled
the empty space
between you
and stood
in judgement -

you could not
be
her dead daddy.


And when it was
with daddy
she chose to lie
they blamed you,
pronounced you guilty,
you and your errant cock,
and howled emasculation;
hounded you,
cornered
the thought fox,
snarled
your culpability
and bayed murderer.
Imprisoned you
with their hate
sentenced you
to silence.


For solitary decades
you who knew her
mind,
knew her best,
who recognised
her demons,
brooded
in isolation.
Alone
you captured her memory
and with your birthday letters
signed
your own release.

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