8 June 2026 In Poetry By Ainsleigh Brandler

Eleven in Heaven 

Although time is not defined in heaven
For us left behind, today marks 'eleven'
Years of longing and insurmountable grief
Your impact so huge, yet your days so brief

Memories on repeat so they won't perish
The grainy photos I've learnt to cherish
What we shared was a bond like no other
How honoured I am to have called you brother

I yearn for that precious, promised day
Where we bid goodbye to death and decay
When our sorrow fades and tears are no more
As they're washed away by eternity's shore
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8 June 2026 In Poetry By Ainsleigh Brandler

The colours of winter 

February crept up on us 
In the guise of winter blues 
As we sat frigid and cold 
Eyes peeled to the news.
Still no closer to freedom
And too tired to fight
We clung to each other for comfort
As days turned to night.

But then our misery was broken 
Albeit - just a spell
Heads tilted up in awe
As soft snowflakes fell.
As far as the eye could see
A thick blanket of white
The silence was finally broken
With squeals of delight!

Emerging slowly from our houses
For the first time in a while
My dry, cracked lips turned upwards
To form a gentle smile.

As the icy fields melted
And sludge turned to sleet
I whispered a thank you to God
For that much needed treat.
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8 June 2026 In Poetry By Ainsleigh Brandler

Grief 

I'm left fragmented,
Broken in ways unseen.
Words fail,
So much remains between.

Never the same,
Forever changed.
What thief is more ruthless
Than the pain
We call grief?
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8 June 2026 In Poetry By Ainsleigh Brandler

We march for her 


March you left me cold and raw 
Tired eyes glued to the bathroom floor 
My head heavy with visceral fear
As the mirror reflected my broken stare 
It could have been me left for dead
Or you sis, gone without a trace or thread 
Not even safe on my own street
Is that not the epitome of defeat?
This was the month to celebrate
But instead we were forced to relegate
It's been tough
Really hard, really rough.
If we want a world with potential
Then a bit of humanity is essential.

(A poem I wrote after Sarah Everard went missing)
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