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Crossing Over
Thirty two days now I’ve been out walking What have I found and what have I seen? A spotted catfish curled up on the shore A hedgehog sent to sleep in the road A wide-eyed bird lying on the verge, so small I hid it in my hand A piece of fibre-glass hull, jetsam from →
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Sayoran in 8 Syllables (Message to Self)
Forfucksakegetabloodygripppppppppppp . www.napowrimo.net Day 16 Prompt: Effusive praise. This is off prompt, but is prompted by the Day 16 post. CLP 16th April, 2020 →
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on the line
The year’s first swallow is here Just the one Balanced quite comfortably On the telephone wire A bright summery note on a four line stave Flown in on the warm south wind It sits, calling for the others It can’t eat all these midges and mosquitos alone . Christopher Perry 15th April, 2020 →
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On Cliché
antagonise sensibilities. unhinge complacency. hang subtlety . n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 10 challenge: use 6 words in a 1-2-3 words per line format to say something poetic, or pathétique. As writers we face the constant challenge of avoiding the ‘lazy dog” of cliché. Bonne chance, mes braves! Christopher Perry 10th April 2020 →
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Day 18
A clear, still night and a tawny owl’s calls are distinctly audible at 2 a.m. The three-quarter moon casts silver light on the bedroom wall through a gap in the curtains. Day comes with sunshine accompanied, at last, by warmth. I spent a couple of hours soaking up sunbeams stretched out on a bench; birdsong →
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On the Edge
Out here The East Anglian landscape is so flat That the curvature of Earth is apparent And so here is not so flat at all A world of its own Even the sea moves on a different level From beyond the dykes and shingle banks Winds from North and East hold sway Mighty oaks are →
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Travelling Light
When you’ve been apart Meeting up is a challenge Just take essentials . CLP 01/02/2020 →
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Sky Pink
From along the ridge I saw through Swell Wood’s winter skeleton To the sun-bathed Levels Their rain-full grips and rhynes Fields; mirrors to the sky That held the pink tinge Of chilled noses Numb fingers Of frost-smoke breath Of the cold that will fall From behind the stars tonight . n.b. Grip: cut in the →
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Open Plan Living
Homes built to protect From nature’s extremes hold us Safe as prisoners . n.b. Realisation that we are in climate crisis has dawned fastest amongst those who live exposed to nature. Its worst manifestations affect the lives of our poorest and most remote communities first and hardest. Those of us wealthy enough to close our →
Journey of Words 