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Voice
It started with a kissit was uncalled foryou called me outwho was I to dare lean in?how dare I presume intimacyyour anger gave you voiceyour voice at last had found youyou had plenty that you had to sayplenty more to come when that was saidgenerations of mothers spoke through youwhat these mothers spoke was truthpreviously Read more
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Swan
This feather floating on the lakeIts hollow shaft so strong, so lightBarbs and barbules do combineTo form the vane of shining whiteIs this us so gently curledRachis perfectly holding shapeBarely touching the water’s skinLike your lips that kiss my napeCausing shivers of the spineThis feather came from heaven aboveLifting my spirit from lockdowns’ painThis feather Read more
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Aisling of the millpond
unseasonable warmthpetite cloudswhite buds pinned to infinite bluefine grass blades grass by the millpondprick my pale winter skinmy flat weight crumples daisies in cool shadeof the willow’s weepingtumble of the waterwheellow hum of bumble beeschiffchaffchiffchaffchiffchaffwith eyes closed I see allthe birds I hearfrom within this sonorous wallsoft notesa woman’s songso tiredso tiredso tiredmy head so Read more
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Svetlana Polkadotova
Smart, like a slap to the face.She suffered fools the way a cat strips feathers from a blackbird hauled indoors through the cat-flap.When she spoke she held a man’s attention, like a foot soldier’s attention holds when the Field Marshall approaches down the line.We’d met by chance, the kind of chance you’d have crossing Interstate Read more
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Pigeons
Coops balancedagainst each otherdefying gravityalong the embankmentlike sentry boxesfacing southmarking the entranceto Sunderlandits beachin April offereda slice ofSiberia Roker Parkthe taste of bitterdefeat ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-three prompt: a poem in the style of Kay Ryan. My kind of poem. I love April, when spring is vibrant, the weather cruel and football reaches Read more
Journey of Words 