There will always be
A child, rejected and despised,
Who sleeps in old ashes
Or sets out alone
With only her shadow
For company.
In her perfect story
There will always be
A magic mirror
Never telling the truth
And another
That always lies,
An ancient forest,
Impossible odds,
And a once loving heart
Now cold as ice.
In her perfect story
It is always night.
The Haunting:
Deleted Scenes
Poems i.m. Shirley Jackson
and Joan McCann (nee Salter)
1930-2020
By Kevin Patrick McCann
With an Introduction by Fran Lock
Picture Nick Victor