A little poem for Joni Mitchell from Bernard Pearson

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Bernard Pearson’s work appears in over seventy publications worldwide, including; Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, North West Words and FourxFour and The New Critique I. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing

Joni

Her voice gets
Inside you like a scalpel,
She has no sky
Into which her songs
Cannot reach,
Her words are 
A litany for the lonely,
Freed now to rise,
From clothes left on
A far away beach.

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