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Le Grisou
On winter days, with frosted breath,
We wander to the warm, great hall
To see this sacred scene once more.
A mother mourns her perished son,
As mothers do across the world,
While washed-up men, most often old,
Pick off the innocent for sport.
Grouped women, tethered in their grief,
Mop up the personal effects,
Doused in their humid, sodden tears.
Soon, beyond anger, b...
Saturday 11th January 2025 9:34 am
Chipping Away
Get yourself a lump of marble
Twenty feet by six by six
Borrow a set of chisels
Or buy them from Screwfix
Empty out your garage or outdoor store
Of furniture and kids’ bikes from ceiling to floor
Grab yourself a mallet
Michelangelo liked wood
And get stuck in whilst listening to Johnnie B Goode
With every blow you will release
The body shape within
From a...
Saturday 26th October 2024 2:29 pm
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