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Along the Spit
Windblown twine hangs from rusting stakesMarking stretches of shingleand sea kaleAround al fresco nesting groundsRinged plovers, curlews, ternsPipers all, greet dusk and dawnPlaintive whistling cutting throughThe worst the North Sea hurls ashoreBut there’s nothing sweetTo be heardNot breakersNot ascending larksWhen jet fighters’ shadows are cast~n.b. NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 23. The RAF base at Marsham sends… Read more
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on Ukraine
the killer declares “Truce”(for it is EasterOrthodox or not)while re-loading every last guna python tightens its gripat every exhalation of its prey~ CLP 22/04/2025 Read more
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Eyes Opened
A flat square of greyed, corner- curled plywoodNailed to the end of a thick poleStaked into the herb bedDiced bacon, toast crumbsMorsel of old appleSeeds, pieces of nutA shard of coconut hung by stringWarm in teddy print pyjamasFace still pillow-creasedI watch them feed as I eatAutumn chill,Folded into school uniform (again)Lying on my backOn the… Read more
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Winners
In this postcode people don’t need to enterThe National LotteryThe Euromillions drawEl GrossoThey’ve already won enoughIn life’s bingo, They have ticked off the numbers on the cardWealthy parentsPrivate educationIntroductions and referencesInherited propertyLand in trustTips and winks on sharesThey started off a few rungs up the ladderSo take great careTo avoid treading on snakesPrevent snakes getting… Read more
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What Brought Us Here
We sit hereOn a memorial benchBeneath the line of ancient beechThat stands strong along the ridgeWhat brought us hereChoices? Fate?Buzzards spiral high aboveFinding lift upon a thermalOne, then two, a third appearsTheir cries pierce April’s shocking blueWhile they scour the farm belowFor rabbit, toad, mouse, small fowlWe sit and watchWithout a wordKnowing nothingOf the life… Read more
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Misunderstanding Blues
The mortician stood by the slabRed-eyed from working lateThe mortician looked so wearyShe had been called up from her bedIt was the witching hourWhen she was called out by the sergeant on the caseI drove until first light in my VolkswagenI’d had a call from the local policeThrough icy fog I drove that vehicleWithout stopping… Read more
I write as I wonder as I wander.
Journey of Words 