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Menage A Trois
Menage A Trois
The creeping half-light
casts unnatural shadows
on a cooling path.
Silver sister moon
bites down hard on the sky king,
silencing bird song.
This, being England,
she does beneath a cloud veil
of shy modesty.
Unbelievers still
raise their eyes to the heavens
in acts of worship.
Magic or science -
or just something poetic
on a spring morning?
When the sun re...
Friday 20th March 2015 11:20 am
By The Edge Of Water
By the waters edge we rest and play,
toes in the water, feeling quite gay,
celebrating the warmth of the dancing air
and the restful peace of that place we share.
A loving time with never once a worry,
soft sounds of ripples that won’t ever hurry
and when the wind changes to a cooler breeze,
we'll head on home for some warming teas.
We’ll spend the evenin...
Saturday 7th February 2015 3:25 am
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