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on winter
new year’s day ends with a stunning light showthe Sun demonstrating its power in a silent slow burnthe shift gradualfrom a touch of pink outlining the cloudsto this vermillion daubing of the skybroad brushed streaksstroked up and out from the very core of our stargiving depth to skeletal treesover-whelming all that is whitethe Earth glows →
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on Norfolk
Top Road, Low RoadSchool Road, The GreenChurch Road, Church LaneNorwich Road, The StreetThe Common, Back LaneDirty Lane, Wash LaneChurch Road, Church LaneNorwich Road, The StreetChapel Lane, The LokeRailway Street, The QuayChurch Road, Church LaneNorwich Road, The StreetMill Lane, Mill RoadWater Lane, Dyke RoadChurch Road, Church LaneNorwich Road, The StreetROAD CLOSED AHEADDIVERSION DIVERSIONDIVERSION ENDSChurch Road, Church →
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Every Village Has A Wrong ‘un
What must it be like to beThe Only Thief in The Village?All the people point“There goes a wrong ‘un”They tell their friendsWarn passing strangersUpdate the neighbourhood WhatsApp group when you’re seen outQuestion your whereabouts when you stay inAs the only thief in the villageWhere can you fence the goodsWhen you’re banned from the local?Try and →
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on theft
sneak-thief, cheap skatewhat have you gained from itbar fear of getting caughtfor some pathetic reward?you have keys to doorswithout addressesbut I found my phoneon waste groundyou could not crack the codeto the phoneor lifethankfullyyou stayed locked out of mineit was lying face upon the old school sitewhere seeds of buddleia davidathistles and grasses thriveI easily →
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on rain
Cooler at dawnWet streetsExcept under the broad umbrellasOf blossoming chestnut treesA shower of goldfinchesDrop onto the vergePecking at the tiniest insectsActive in the damp grassThe earth has darkenedAt last it is soft enoughTo a sculpt a footprintBy noon the Sun appearsA buzzard fans out its primariesCatches a thermalCries as it spirals upSpirals up and drifts →
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on drought
Rain gauge measures dustPlants dependent on dew dropsDesiccated pondsNeighbour jet washesPaved over garden and carArtificial grass~ CLP 13/05/2025 →
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Two Sides to Every Scoreline
Football in the libraryA concept so ridiculous it’s ridiculous. You imply the atmosphere today is subdued, but who thinks football in a library would be possible without uproar?You’re supposed to be at homeReally? Not here on the terrace?That would leave us open to a charge of being fickle.Where were you when you were (rubbish)?Do you →
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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 →
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Music of The Christmas Tree Monoculture
There is no birdsong hereThe only light comesIn the precious minutesAt dawn and again at duskWhen the planet’s rotationBrings the Sun to the horizonAnd its beams splay outBeneath the dense conifer spreadWhere the wind orchestratesAn arrhythmic swish and hissOf Norwegian Spruce needlesBroken only by swathes of silenceThis mournful brushingIs relentless as the wavesOn the eastern →
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Metallic Blue
My eyes search desperately for the rainI’ll dance in April’s showers if they should ever come againI know to you, it might sound strangeUnbroken blue fills our celestial spanMechanical streams flow to seaside sandsMy eyes search desperately for the rainDaffodils bloom, shrivel and are goneBluebells hang silent in suffocating sunI know to you, it might →
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