Each month we will be featuring a guest writer and this month is Mary-Sue Searles. When we asked Mary for a little information about her writing she responded with "I wrote a poem as a dare in my mid-20s and continued for a few years sporadically. I quit writing for about 30 years. However, last year I turned 60 and it was so traumatic a time for me that I just had to vent. I wrote. And I cannot quit. I spend every second writing or, if not writing, thinking about the next several poems. "

Ancient Heart By Mary-Sue Searles His is an ancient heart grown fierce with truth. A Scots heart with highland brawl in its blood; A clan heart protecting his own since youth. His is an ancient heart revenging wrong. Smoothed over with honor, this heart's old burls Evidence a life's creed through purpose strong. His is an ancient heart, scarred and grown old. Proud of its victories, rueing no thing, This highlander took all - his world to hold. Cloaks of Courage I met him only once, to touch his face; And suddenly grew shy. I, Irish lace, He, Scots clan tartan wool. His heart my place. One meeting, aye, just one - yet souls now clutch Foreverness of time. In brief sweet touch He brushed my lips; eternity is such. A future not for us. A past we weep. This present time too precious not to keep. And so we love - awake, adream, asleep. Ignited flame our minds, our hearts aglow With lovers' truth. Our time will end, and so, Clad Celtic style, in courage cloaks we'll go.

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