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On her mother's step
On her mother’s stone step, she sits and dreams
The same step she cleaned and crossed so often
Her dress, crisp and clean in the sunshine gleams
This backstreet beauty, rare rose in blossom
What whims flicker through her wandering mind
Perchance what prospect does life hold in store
Will her journey be gentle not unkind?
Shall her story be one of less not more?
In...
Wednesday 8th May 2019 10:36 pm
Borders
There were borders everywhere
Borders of water, of steel, of brick, of money and of mind
Borders that were meant for defining, for declaring lines you and others could not cross
Over the sandstone brick wall, across the railway line lived the park people
Snotty, scabby looking folk – they feared to tread on our turf; most did
They had the club and the park, we invaded them at w...
Thursday 11th April 2019 10:17 am
Born in the shadow of a mountain
When you’re born in the shadow of a mountain
You know the warmth of the darkest of shade
You know nothing will ever rise above that mountain
In whose image and shadow you were made
When cast in the shadow of a mountain
Your caste can feel defined before birth
Your path may seem predestined and written
As your feet struggle to impress in the earth
But there’s a com...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 8:26 pm
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