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March 2024 Collage Poem: Footnotes in History

Intense embarrassment, gutted love

 

The fatal attraction of King George’s ruby letters

proved all too much

 

The accordion follows the footsteps

of the footnotes of history

up the stairs to the heavy door

 

Evidence washed ashore, dissonance not delight

and whisperings of the dead

estuary water floods over the road – wet feet walk

 

I Beech tree is a pedant...

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February 2024 Collage Poem: Strange Notes

Proud cufflinks punch drunken bees

fires of furniture at number 92

a sword of death a copper kettle

tick tock tick tock and the

glory of untamed flowers

who love to dance.

 

United in flames, the music bringing you

together, footnotes in history

 

Winnie the Pooh is still dancing

 

motes of morning light on the edge

of a life show doilies and discounted cake...

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January 2024 Collage Poem: New Lines

Still on the theme of fast trains

And eternal eagles

Welcome to the nasty party

Mutiny is in the making

 

Easter eggs crush the Christmas decorations

in the days of the New Year. But where

is the hidden message – the missing girl.

 

OCD rascals play havoc with my pegs

In the blowy greyness we can say anything is true

 

Window wind is it forever lost?

Blown bl...

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