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Aisling of the millpond
unseasonable warmthpetite cloudswhite buds pinned to infinite bluefine grass blades grass by the millpondprick my pale winter skinmy flat weight crumples daisies in cool shadeof the willow’s weepingtumble of the waterwheellow hum of bumble beeschiffchaffchiffchaffchiffchaffwith eyes closed I see allthe birds I hearfrom within this sonorous wallsoft notesa woman’s songso tiredso tiredso tiredmy head so →
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Pillow Talk
Where were we when you saidIt is okay for me to say “tu”?I could not reciprocate, there is nothingin English to convey such subtle changeThat step from formal to familiarFrom mannered speech to intimateIt exposed the Anglo-Saxon in me tooMy lack of ease dealing in greyMy lack of language to expressEmotions too layered for me →
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Inexplicable
New moon over the lakePerseids showering the peaksSheerbeautyofCreationYou had to be thereSo very sillyLike children repeatingPooWeeWillyBumYou had to be thereIn the Arrivals hallAfter unexplained delayWaitingWaitingWaitingWaitingYou had to be thereAt the stationUnstoppableI thought it strangeWe hadhadaplanYou had to be thereLockdown over EuropeMy body burned for youSunshinespringflowersbirdsongYou had to be there~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Eighteen prompt: →
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Synchronicity
with no particular place to gospring-heeled Jack waltzed along the lanecaught a falling white featherbrushed it soft on his lipsremembered the lovehe’d cruelly spurnedclutched his heartfell downdead ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Nine prompt; write a nonet. CLP 09/04/2022 →
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Marie Celeste
She approached in full rigCatching every breathSilent as a swan on that silvery seaThere was just the Moon watching herAnd meAdriftLike night’s ships shouldShe seemed to steer clearSo, was it me or she who veered?No bored inquiry could ascertainI threw out an old lineSoon found myself aboardAll ship-shape, lights ablazeFully crewed with memories of menWho →
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on luck (on Ukraine xxii)
cold rain and Covidare we heating or eating?anything else? ~ n.b. Escape your oppressors, come to the UK. You’ll be welcomed with warm hearts once you have passed HM Border Force with your visa. CLP 30/03/2022 →
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on time
night landingtouched down nine thousand feet upwoken to the rainy seasoncloud cover and the infra-red burnCatholic guilt faced by Columbian giltalters the skin, the soulthe shaman’s spirited local brewfires imaginationbrings narcotic clarity to dreamingof being here, nowthe journey begins ~ n.b. Picture courtesy of NOP, who is on his travels. CLP 16/03/2022 →
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on time
can you imaginea punter on every chair?Saturday night, Crewe ~ n.b. Not a huge draw on a football match evening, but a noticeboard full of forthcoming events, committee rulings and protocols for the membership. The games bar was better populated, to be fair. What conversation to be had was light and amusing. Apparently it was →
Journey of Words 