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Soldier's Box

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Soldier’s Box

 

Wooden box

Lock

Key

 

Brass bullet casing

Spent

Flakes of tobacco

Unsmoked

 

Grains of sand

Sepia tinted photograph

Pyramids

And pith helmets

 

Soldiers Service

And Pay book

Will unwritten

Will not needed

 

Nib encrusted

Fountain pen

Brass button

Coloured ribbon

 

Yellowed letters

Ink a faded blue

S...

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My Baby Boo

Today my heart felt a blow,
By a view so divine.
I let my emotions flow,
Like a 30 year old wine.

There it was in that tiny box,
With pulses of energy shooting through,
That blurry image came across,
Like the inside of a Great Gray Kangaroo.

I felt her hand touching mine,
Held her hand - fingers entwined,
Watching my angel wriggle and shine,
With the life of Us combined.

Seeing y...

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Lydia

I met a woman at the Blue Nile.

Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told  me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...

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OLD

 

OLD

 

Take the lid off the old wooden box and peer inside, what is there? What do you see? An old bullet from the Korean war, a discoloured gemstone from a broken lover’s necklace.

A curling yellow photo of lost teenage friends, now no more, one lost to drugs.

Some ancient coin from a faraway land, unreadable language.

Now put back the lid and pause for thought. If you...

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