Nicola Beckett on BANANAS
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The Weeping Angel
She passed this way and tended to our pain,
stayed by our beds and whispered in our ears,
administered our wounds and eased our fears -
telling us that we would be home again.
Once, in her hands, I saw pendant and chain,
I will remember that for many years,
an angel weeping solitary tears
that made me think of the oncoming rain.
She sent it to her ...
Wednesday 4th July 2018 12:05 pm
Down In The Hole
I was sixteen, they threw me down the hole,
I stood in darkness, breathing in the dust
while learning who I could and couldn’t trust
in this black new empire of worm and mole.
My dad said it was this life or the dole -
if our family was to earn a crust
then I would have to work until I bust
and sacrifice ambition, heart and soul.
Years of hardship f...
Sunday 8th January 2017 1:23 pm
An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post
She stares out at me from the page of white -
all pixels, paper, print and phantom eyes,
a child of contrasts under exposed skies
dancing somewhere between the dark and light.
I recognise the features well, despite
the brutal glare of histories disguise.
This archive feature caught me by surprise
for we are separated by times flight.
You are a g...
Saturday 1st November 2014 8:03 pm