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Wastelands
Wastelands
Canal side moorings and old mills
Stretch their northern roots into the collapsed rubble
Of Industrialised wreckage
Overgrown with harsh grass and weeds
An old man sits at the side of the grey water
And dips a hopeful line into its murky depths
There are parts of old bikes and shopping trolleys
Poking from the surface like Leviathan bones
Paths ...
Tuesday 12th May 2020 12:57 pm
Plague Mantra
Plague Mantra
We know that going out is wrong
and socialising would be worse,
so stay at home where we belong.
We know that going out is wrong,
avoid, like plague, the milling throng
to help the doctor and the nurse.
We know that going out is wrong
and socialising would be worse.
Sunday 12th April 2020 11:41 am
Vesuvius
Vesuvius
Moulded from my own fair hands
At the age of not very old
I still remember the cold, clammy clay
And the satisfying way
It was slice from the workboard
By a length of taut wire
Painted blue and green and red
And glazed with over ardour
So that the glistening sheen
hardened into rivulets
That have the appearance
Of old sneeze
Baked in m...
Saturday 13th April 2019 10:52 am
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