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School Days - Best Days Of Our Lives?
Herringbone
The pallor of the parquet floor
Brings recollections of
School, its classrooms, its corridors
Somehow the pattern pulls
Me into a journey through
Time; conjuring images
Of art and assemblies,
Of laughter and lateness,
Of parents and pupils and plans:
For a future unknown;
For escaping the lessons
And the chill of those changing rooms.
A mishmash of memories,
But...
Monday 30th May 2016 1:18 pm
Hourglass Appraisal
What was once a beautiful thing is now empty
I should have taken hold of what we had
But was too young to see beyond myself
What use to be a vivid and deep conversation becomes small talk
Just passing the time
You still know what buttons to push
I just think I do
It’s been years and your fingerprints are still on my heart
The more I try to get away
The harder it becomes ...
Monday 16th May 2016 6:42 pm
Mare's Tail
Mare's Tail
(By Paul A M Palmer)
"There's only one way to kill it:
You have to dig it out."
It's what they recommend,
The locals: they have the knowledge.
Scrape and scrape the top, spade against
The turf and tufts of lichen and moss.
“You have to deepen the trench and then
Scrabble and search for the roots.”
Black and brown in the soily ground
Its fibrous tubes and tendril...
Saturday 7th May 2016 9:31 am
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