Alone in the convent biding time flies. Curiousity swells and blinds a postulant's eyes. Out in the courtyard strive black and white - The fight of faith for peace done…almost, but not quite. For in the secrecy of darkness a coin drops in the well; A single wish from the novice - freedom form barnacled shell. One day in the garden golden sun shines. Naiveté elopes with the world and slips through the vines. Kansas to Oz, an ocean of colour awaits; The postulant's eyes popping - Dorothy's future in fate. From under the avenues a shadow-light creeps. And lunges for femoral nectar, as virtue studies the streets. Methodically, unethically, IT quiets the screams Of the youngster who's drowning amongst shattered dreams. Gasping for life and clutching to hope, Disturbingly learned, Guilt hunts for a rope. Fixed for death to escape the pall, Shame looks at the convent and scales the wall. Innocence long broken, black and white now conveyed, The old one ponders lucky escape from plaid.

phoenix mckenna © 2002

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