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Gooseberry Fool
Lemon and gooseberryI bought one of eachThinking magnanimity would prevailShould I ask for the sharper of the twoThe greenerThe rarer for it’s limited seasonalityThe gooseberry My deserved dessert delightMy treat for buying dinnerThat steamy June nightKindly, when the time arrivedShe handed me a teaspoonThen my chilled dessertWhich, expecting GooseberryI accepted in trustIndeed could tasteUntil I →
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on cycling
‘when the fun stops stop’the gambling adverts adviseas they play with our headsthere’s no such thingas free moneyit costs a lot to winand winning can cost everythingif you are bicyclingwhen the fun stopsyou’ve just got to keep onspinning those wheelsuntil something shiftsgears in your headstopping is not an optionthe fun becomes being ~ n.b. For →
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on time
Eighty years ago, tonightSuffolk fields heard the roarOf engines fired upAs the 446th took off for FranceFor libertyThey led the lineInto Fortress Europe n.b. This memorial stands at the site of the disused airbase, near Flixton, Suffolk. No names given, just the numbers: 66 aircraft lost, 456 men killed in action. ‘Remember them’ we’re told. →
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Organic Veg Section
We kissedAu revoirNext the organic cucumbersIn Morrison’sWe’ll meet againAt a mutually convenient junctureWhen we mustSurelyMake better useOf our time ~ n.b. Friday night. Bank Holiday weekend in May. Not raining. ~ CLP 24/04/2024 →
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on May
You with hot-water bottleDuvet, purr of kneading catI walk happily homeFull Moon rising through oaksCondensation clouds windscreensI etch PFC with my finger on oneI ❤️ U on anotherThe moisture will lift with the morning sunPFC will be wiped off first thingThe heart, I and U will linger longer ~ n.b. Yes, I know, ‘How old →
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In The Saddle
A moment’s opportunity takenTo get out of the cityAlong the abandoned railwayNorth towards the coastStunted, twisted oaksLining the trailThrow dark shapesThat would confuse a leopardDaggers of sunlightStab blindly through the canopyNo hills to speak offJust a series of steady climbsSoftened by the swirling seaOf feathered barleyA startled pheasantShoots up from the vergeA disturbed hobbyTwists then →
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On Yer Bike, Son
While I sleep you pushYour pedals up and downRound and roundJoining memory’s dotsStory lines, itinerary stopsBooth without an agendaWouldn’t miss the chanceTo hit a bar on his wandersWhile Wake takes an aesthete’s routeAlert to bears, earthquakes, carsLorries, buses, ferries, trainsPainfully aware, at fiftyHe’s living again ~ n.b. Follow Matt Wake’s epic pedal-pushing ride through Japan’s →
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on the wheel
picture family funrotating, leaping, bungeesenses excited ~ n.b. All the fear, none of the risk. Child‘s play. Nice. CLP 05/05/2024 →
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on Saturday
upandatem! RiseTown bound train football-fan-fullthe end is in sight ~ n.b. Ipswich Town fans making journey to the ancient port, excited by promotion prospects. Good luck to them! Proper club. CLP 04/05/2024 →
Journey of Words 