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The Fragrance Trees
You write to me of your imaginary fields Covered in perfume But lacking in trees to cover our peaceful sons
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Elsie and Muriel
To Muriel a little token to record our stay in Colwyn Bay together 1940/1944 Love from Elsie Dear Elsie Thank you for the small blue book you most kindly sent to me on Tuesday. I remember our stays in Colwyn Bay as if they were yesterday. Do you remember the splendid moons that always […]
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Sea
The woman’s husband left early he was visiting his aunt in Oakhampton the intention was to repair her greenhouse He had left a message on a log It was unreadable Wood is such a demanding medium As the day was warm the woman decided to go to the beach The beach was twentythree yards away […]
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Husski Cuddled a Cat
As World War Two drew to a close a German soldier lay dying in the ruins of churchyard in central Dresden As his life seeped away he took a pencil from his blood soaked coat and wrote some lyrics on to a small piece of paper which anticipated the dance craze some fifty years later […]
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The Greenwich Foot Tunnel
The Greenwich Foot Tunnel Is closed until further notice Due to severe flooding Please use alternative routes read the sign as Sandrine-Sandrine approached the slope leading to the tunnel. She looked across the swollen river at the great ship which stood proud on the opposite bank Balloons for hire £2.00 each was chalked on the […]
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First Class Hieronymus
On the platform at Island Gardens Sandrena-Sandrena was writing a poem It was called First Class Hieronymus Suddenly a man kissed her on the cheek as he boarded a train His name was Mitchell and he was visiting the Cutty Sark Sandrena-Sandrena ran after the train through the platform puddles But the shoal fish Pencil […]
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The Cruelty of Colour
I saw this morning A Blackbird chasing a Kite I had always suspected The cruelty of colour
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The Eton Bathing Pool
I swam near the wooden bridge Hardly breaking the surface My lack of effort Was witnessed by the other campers As they sipped their Rose Vinegar Supplied by the quiet Dr Hawley Just as I emerged from the river They all began singing It wasn’t quite delightful, delightful, delightful It wasn’t quite delightful – but […]
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The Boy with the Hollow Eyes
The boy with the hollow eyes Lit an oil lamp And stared at his reflection In the teaspoon That had been placed in front of him This was his object of desire
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Poems Without a Father
Socialist in Furs Socialist in Furs Was the working title Of my poem But I changed it When I discovered That you were Of a more extreme persuasion Lines Without a Father and hand in hand we walked the violet paths towards the fortunate hills Daughter of Silence I found a […]