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On the Floor
As if by magic Warm soil mixed into cool air Fruits spring from below . CLP 06/10/2019 Read more
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On Passing
Martin died yesterday. We only knew each other through football. He was a stoic where the vagaries of Pompey were concerned. His amusement and occasional bemusement at the goings on at Fratton Park, on the field and behind the scenes, were always expressed with good humour. He was a lovely man. He will be sorely Read more
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On the Fence (II)
Post top comes alive Grows broad, fingered wings, talons Shadow spreads then drops . n.b. The motorway fences on the A6 through France are adorned with sunlit totems. These large birds of prey are decorated in patterned coats of browns and creams. Some are buzzards, some look like ospreys, which I know are fishing raptors Read more
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On the Land
Stained hands lift and cut Bunches settle in buckets Pressing work ahead . n.b. This is harvest time and the urgent work cannot be rushed. The atmosphere is filled with the scent of the ripe crop. At the caveaux in Villette lunch is served to the teams of workers. One caveaux is noticeably more sociable, Read more
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On Speaking
What can I say here? Silence is ambiguous I must listen now . CLP 06/10/2019 Read more
Journey of Words 