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Invisible Silk

Invisible Silk
 
Our Post people have connected us,
Through toil and love and loss,
Like Carrier Pigeons or magical Storks,
Delivering life to waiting Mums,
Like telegram boys of Shakespeare plays,
Connecting lovers lost,
Or war-winning, code breaking messages,
Relics of a past,
Suddenly more important,
Suddenly at all costs,
Suddenly irreplaceable,
Through the middle of this mess,
 
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Moon Magic

Moon Magic

I wax and wane,
Change the tides,
A million young girls,
Soon to join
My glorious rhythms,
Imperfect harmony,
Rip-roaring strength,

I am magic, lustre, awe,
An anchor up high,
Suspense in dark sky,
They will answer my call,
Regardless,
Then I will afford them the greatest privilege,
Creativity of the highest order,

They will find themselves,
Constant yet inconstant...

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Lockdown Fatigue

Quick scribble. I just want to be the squirrel in the tree outside my window today. I've had enough. 

 

Up and down the Ash trees,

Round and round they go,

Unaware, oblivious,

Of these troubles that we know,

No Coronavirus seeping,

Through their very roots,

Dampening their daily walks,

Or tarnishing their fruits,

No handwashing,

Isolating,

Searing, hurting longi...

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Shipwrecks

Shipwrecks

 

Refreshing sea spray, 

Graces the shores of my stormy seas once more,

The fervent nature of new tides,

Laying shipwrecks, silently to rest,

In loves sediment,

 

Looking back out there,

Towards that sea of love past,

I still feel traces of other, sunken dreams,

Still know of the joy and heartaches in between,

A thousand tears cried, 

Thousands mor...

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A Valentine for our time

A bit of light wordplay written pre Trump's eviction to lighten my mood whilst watching what seemed to be a love race to failure between leaders.

 

Prologue

 

Two households, both alack in dignity,

(In fair Corona, where we lay our scene),

Where ancient men come under new scrutiny,

And touching handles leaves civil hands unclean,

 

From forth the fatal grip of this new f...

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Real Room

I miss the way you make brews too weak,
Served up with endless biscuits,
I miss the way the room goes quiet,
When we howl with childish laughter,

I miss stealing words,
Between cries of our children,
Time standing still,
As we ramble through weeks again,
I miss lifting each other up,
Plotting schemes for the future,

'Thank goodness for videocalling'
I say it, it's true,
But oh, how...

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Last Day at School

Reflections on single-parenthood. 

 

Last Day at School 

 

And you are off,

Floating through our front door,

Awash with make-up,

Dripping with love,

Much taller now,

Towering above me

A figure of strength,

 

 Last day at school

 

Where are you now?

When you are not with me,

No need for cuddles,

No clinging to my leg,

 

You won’t remember,

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Arden Hall Magic

 

Arden Hall Magic

I met a friend by an old Oak tree,
Remember me? He smiled his smile,
I could not walk on by,

We sat on murky mushroomed ground,
Craned our necks out high,
To a solid old oak tree,
Now taller than the sky,

All around us lay its fruits,
In greens and oak deep browns,
As they had done all those years before
Broken branches coaxing them down,

Our offspring pla...

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Strive to Succeed

Emblems 


A small yellow stitch against green and black,
Secret inspiration, strength in the mud,
Anguish and poverty dragging us down,
A relentless and cold North-England town,

Days upon days of unrest and ill ease,
Scratching for sunshine, empathy, fun, 

Uniforms hang or squeeze, they don’t fit,
Seven clear months ‘til a government cheque,
Anger, bad attitude, untold frustrations...

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The Last Parkin

Last Parkin

No-one touched the Parkin,
Sitting majestic on its cooling tray throne,
It shone like a chestnut coffin,
Sweetening the blow,

Four generations of nibblers and pickers,
Sat bleary-eyed, still.
Fifty years or more had seen, 
Mums, Dads, Grandchildren,
Pushing and shoving for the plumpest piece,
Stealing crumbs from underneath,

I remember that if I reached up high
Poked ...

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Bubbles

Any other poets out there twitching to write tonight? This may not be allowed on here so if it's not please accept my apologies and remove it but there are a few fellow human beings out there I can't help but think of tonight, 

Bubbles

It's not until you've looked into the crying eyes,
Of a child with dying parents,
Waiting for their benefits re-assessment,

It's not until you've stood a...

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Open

Open

Openness, in a time of terror,
It's not easy is it?
News story after sensationalised 
News story,
With just one aim- 
To drag us in,
Scare us witless, 
Send us down,
Stop our daughters from going out,
Just what they wanted, perhaps,
Cancel that trip of fun planned,
Throw blame at misinformation,
I'm talking to everyone, 
Holding their nearest and Dearest,
That little bit clos...

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Oblivia

 

Oblivia 

 

You look at me through your new found fashionista,

Tell me that I am boring,

I understand,

Why would you speak of the

Dull state of today?

Stars, planets, climates, people, love,

 

You perspire to the empty beat of a London club,

Held together with Hennes zip,

Peer through designer lenses,

Moulded to diamond encrusted frames,

 

Colourful ri...

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Milestones

Lying here comforting my daughter of 9 months beside me, it suddenly occured to me that when she was born I was going to write more, start to share my work, use my time out of work to explore my poetry writing too. You know, all the usual gubbins, before the actual reality of having a newborn who doesn't sleep, has painful reflux and an older, teenage sister or whichever equivalents consume you.

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