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Doors

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And all the doors looked all the same again

He stopped at number one to sneak a look

Here he heard the clearing of ash and soot

 

And all the doors looked all the same, again

He stopped, at number four he stood once more

To inhale the smell of Vim on tiled floor

 

And, all the doors looked all the same, again

He stopped at number nine, to check the time

The cuckoo clo...

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The Close

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Grey bin days

Ash spilling

Sparking

From beneath

Buckled

Loose-fitting metal lids

Carried back- breakingly

To the monstrous wagon

Limping it’s way

Around the close

Like a club-footed relic
 

 

Behind the chipped

Leaded glass of number thirteen

A terrible gargoylian face

Pressed up close

Stares out

Mrs Ashall has seen a football fly over her neat ...

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The Ballad of Black Roy (For My grandfather)

Yesterday i was given the news my often eccentric, but also very old grandfather on my dad's side has gone to hospital. sketchy details, sounds like a stroke by the sound of it. around 1997 i started to see my grandfather after the passing of my dad. he was always a fun and amusing person to listen to, as he was from Kingston Jamaica, so i was never far from a "Raasclart" been mentioned. We later ...

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The Dresser

From the front at least

A beautiful victorian dresser

From behind

The ugly truth

Assembled from wooden orange crates

The company name stamped

Telling of a former

More humble existence

 

Two little drawers

One at each side

Gunmetal latch handles

Age worn

From opening and closing

Hold family secrets

Make up

Lipstick stumps

 

Snaps from Blackpool ...

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Sunday Mass

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The strands of us all

lived in a tassled green pouch,

bound by thread and bloodline.

 

The house that held it

still holds my softest days

in dream sequence;

 

of them all, slow Sunday afternoons

out back, in the care of hands

that performed miracles -

 

a table for my dolls to dine,

a wardrobe for their clothes,

a seesaw solid enough

 

for every one ...

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Hitting the Wrong Note

Hitting the Wrong Note

 

Rooted next to his upright piano,

close in the tiny room,

I couldn't breathe.

He held one hand

to the small of my back,

the other across my

taut diaphragm:

 

(I can believe he loved

the music, but he craved

only angels, expected them -

and, by God, he was

going to have them,

even if he clipped

their wings along the way).

 

...

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My Ninth Birthday

 

For the people of Aberfan, 50 years on.

October 21 1966. A day I will never forget.

 

MY NINTH BIRTHDAY

 

I’m sure it won’t surprise you to learn
I was a proper little show-off.
‘Too clever by half’
said my Victorian grandmother
who lived in the flat downstairs.
‘You spoil him, Muriel.
Children should be seen
and not heard.
Be quiet, John!
When you begin to PAY a littl...

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Sweaty Little Fingers

Sweaty Little Fingers

 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive. 

 

"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"

 

1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive

I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive 

but he was too small for me so I made him dive 

back into the water.

 

1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and s...

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In your memory

I no longer recall the time we spent together,
yet my heart pines for your presence,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.

I no longer can feel the warmth of your hand ruffel my hair,
yet the flashes of our play still warm my heart,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.

I no longer fear crosssing a road on my own,
yet insecurities of daily life trouble me wit...

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RAGAMUFFIN

snotful, brimming with adventure

ragamuffin

 

got down in the ditch

burrowed, knees scratched

contemptible

 

ignoring social resonsibilities

 

      dining correctly

      shaking hands

      being precise

 

instead

grovelling under a footpath

where rain had been like a friend

real, natural

 

breath dank with small echoes.

 

Looked back i...

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When I was younger

Not so very long ago

The best thing I owned was a radio and

A pair of headphones

The ability to block out noise was crucial to my survival

I used to tune the station just out

So that there was always white noise

Static safety

Blocking out the screams

The smashing of plates

The threats

The actions

Classical music was my choice

As the songs w...

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That Place

In that place

The summers were always hot and the skies completely blue.

 

And in that place

Where nothing ever hurt me

A lie was never spoken; it was all completely true

 

In that place

When the morning sun spilled into my room and woke me

Then I’d be up and out and riding my bike

 

And in that place

The place where I’d be the fastest biker ever

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In the End

At night we sealed the light in, to be safe.

There was music, and the sewing machine whirred.

We played on the rug with a painted wooden car,

Like the one Daddy used to drive, when there was petrol.

 

Now every night the warden was on his bike,

In the pitch black streets, checking the dark houses

In case the careless light was spilling out;

The rain on his rubber...

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Childhood Recollection

Dusk in Northumberland

 

I cannot throw away this faulty photograph

wonder if mother peeled off that oval sticker,

the one I remember:

Boots pronouncement of defects

on red eyes, on the ghosts of double exposures,

Now half forgotten

 

Framed by the stone walls scaling hills

I didn’t know that my great grandfather built or

the skill that made them stan...

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The Child I Used to Be

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 Like the child I used to be

In a timeframe, that hadn’t altered.

I meandered through the meadow
Knee high in grass,  buttercups 
Nodding as I pass, their
Tall and stately faces upturned seeking  the sun.
The hedgerows heavy with blossom.
Their distinctive perfume 
Drifted by me, on the breeze.
The sun warmed my face.
The soft fragrant breeze 
Toyed w...

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