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Blue Calfskin Nights
Boots fit girls down to the ground
True, but don't ask me quite why
Calfskin moulds itself to any form
Yours were the colour of the sky
Red boots smack of aggression
Yellow a hint of primrose flower
But blue sends a potent message
A promise of love and soft power
Blue varnished boots tread softly
Only ballet shoes look so neat
Yours, though scuffed and worn
...Saturday 26th September 2020 11:07 am
Lady Porcelain Kindness
Lady Porcelain Kindness
A lady with clear pale skin, few blemishes
mar her daily perfection, playing a flawless part
in her sharp European presence.
Inclining her head like a brisk marching soldier
into First Year lecture theatres, she convinces
the boys of the glittering sincerity
of her blue, blue eyes. Somehow wise
beyond her twenty-four years,
she does joie...
Friday 24th November 2017 10:14 am
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