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On Endings (i)
Poets invest time In every word, not just Memorable last lines . CLP 22/06/2020 →
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Anti-date
We met not at all In different time zones Making absolutely no effort To dress up, dress down Or even dress I lay naked in bed You in pyjamas, (so you claimed) All bathed, teeth brushed We watched a dating programme Vicariously On laptop and TV Slightly out of sync In our respective countries Exchanging →
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Starlings
Hear that? The deranged fluting Of squabbling neighbours In hedgerows, on bushes Ceaseless bickering An endless stream Of chiding and chipping Away one moves The others follow From pillar to post To willow to fence Unable to let rest Whatever the matter be Resolved or not There’s always more to add Or subtract from what’s →
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Uncaged Birds
From that moment, when his shadow fell we children ran amok, mouthing our repressed pain in shouts betrayed so young by hope of better times now held fast on a nightmare journey of frustrations, compounded over bitter years in one long-drawn slow, silent scream . n.b. Stealing from a prompt based on Maya Angelou’s poem →
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On the Beach
Plenty of pebbles Sunset glints and hints at one That soon warms in palm . CLP 07/05/2020 →
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Gyrismó
Purple bougainvillea tumbling from baskets decorated our wayIn those hours without shade in the hottest heatWe found a route to that other bay soon enoughWith its crumbling Crusader castle cut from a cleft in the high valleyGuarding over the café, squared-off with bleached tarpaulinsSitting like a brig roped to the quay, its skeleton crew manning →
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The Sun’s Set – A Review
So much consistent applause for this show It seems almost clichéd to join in But this is one that faultlessly runs day into night Night after night Responding fearlessly to the high pressure Of repeat performances With magical lighting Sound effects delightful Words cannot capture the exquisite beauty Her Infinite variety of displays Fearless artistic →
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Present Tense
This brittle air in sun so low Glints off flints flash hard To retain the joy of childhood As manners evolve in new-formed slow queues Found on familiar streets Beside the sign, Stay Home, don’t be SHelfish Outside the closed café that specialised in crab sandwiches, That H added by hand, by night Lightens this dull conspiracy of →
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No haga flexiones depués de gachas
They found him face down in his kitchen Previously the fittest sixty year old they’d ever known Lifeless as a rock He’d been warned But sadly, as a professor of literature At the finest university in Cantabria He’d conceived of so many different interpretations That he’d brushed over the literal . As they say in →
Journey of Words 