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Today we’ll learn to build a wordstone wall,
substantial as the one before you now.
It must survive hard frosts; wild gales and squalls;
ride seismic shifts; endure the shunts of cows.
First we think about what it’s for.
The purpose might be to keep your chattels penned
or keep intruders out.
It may define the boundaries of your tract
or simply be aesthetic.
Conside...
Thursday 23rd July 2020 1:31 pm
The Plain Girl
This was a little exercise at one of the workshops at the Hebden Bridge Poetry weekend. I think it was in Winston's packed workshop. Looking through my notes, there are one or two bits that i like, so i thought I would share this.
The Plain Girl
I raise a glass to the plain girl,
She who lives all her life in the shadow of night;
Who is like an oyster hiding a pearl;
May s...
Monday 29th November 2010 4:06 pm
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