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White Witch Of Winter

White Witch Of Winter

 

Corvus the white witch

Once flew the sky on crow’s wings

And fed on battlefield dead

She ate the hearts of serfs and kings

But soon she lost the taste for flesh

And transformed into what winter brings

Her skin is cold to human touch

She feasts on other-worldly things

 

She turns snowflakes into blizzards

Freezes your blood and tears

Sh...

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New Normal

New Normal

 

We hang around like statues

At McDonalds and Ikea

We wait in line for haircuts

Or to grab a pint of beer

We stand apart together

Following the six foot rule

We can gather for a shopping trip

But not to go to school

 

We spy upon our neighbours

And complain at barbeques

We daren’t go too far from the house

Because of lack of loos

We wear a m...

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A Second Changes Everything

A Second Changes Everything

 

A bullet leaves the barrel of a gun

A man thinks ‘what have I done?’

 

The sky is cornflower blue, without a cloud

The President waves at people in the crowd

 

A woman turns slightly to look at him

The sun glints off the Lincoln’s trim

 

A watcher points a cine-camera at the parade

A secret service agent dreams of getting laid

 

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hide and seek

hide and seek

 

one thousand and one

one thousand and

 

my head pressed against the bark

on the tree by the pond side

where the ducks quack back

at the boy with the ball

whose dreams are

not yet fully formed

 

two one thousand and three

one thou

 

sat by the brown muddy water

with schoolbooks spilling from bags

a kiss on the cheek

and we carve ...

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