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Saint Christopher Bell
"... any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...
— John Donne, Meditation XVII.
Saint Christopher Bell
We seem to be collectors
of memories and junk,
piles of the stuff;
both kinds lean against damp walls
in self-support, waiting
for purpose,
finding little but ...
Thursday 19th October 2017 10:19 am
CUPBOARD
CUPBOARD
What is hiding inside your cupboard? Out sight and mind, forgotten about. Could there be a stolen stash of cash from a bank job that was never recovered? Or an antique Webbley pistol from World War One? Worth three grand. Maybe a small enchanted gold necklace lurks there which belonged to a real witch. Does she miss it? An old piece of paper with a faded love poem wrote in purple ink...
What is hiding inside your cupboard? Out sight and mind, forgotten about. Could there be a stolen stash of cash from a bank job that was never recovered? Or an antique Webbley pistol from World War One? Worth three grand. Maybe a small enchanted gold necklace lurks there which belonged to a real witch. Does she miss it? An old piece of paper with a faded love poem wrote in purple ink...
Monday 30th January 2012 3:49 pm
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