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undercurrents
I only glimpse it now, so far away, but bright and clear.
The rapture of a fading world - another place, some other year.
Those nights of shattered moonlight strewn on marbled seas,
where frangipani whispers were caresses on the breeze.
From the shadow of the palms I watched you dance
the tideline, shed your silks, and with one glance
you robbed my soul and beckoned wit...
Tuesday 21st July 2009 2:23 pm
Phoenix
(I)
This morning Samantha is building a bonfire
Down on the waste ground in rubbish and weeds
Ferrying armloads of boxes and bin-bags
Burning a life that she no longer needs.
Out of the cardboard seep velvets and spangles,
Hairpieces, handcuffs, impractical shoes,
Skimpy silk underwear, ropes and brass bangles -
The tools of a trade that she’ll no longer use.
Crimson red li...
Sunday 8th March 2009 3:56 pm
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