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Big Scars
she was always an enigma,
her hurts stayed in reserve,
a woman of terra incognita,
a rare mistress of swerve
its been ten years by now,
and I'm still in the dark,
tantalised out of my wits,
more blissful than a lark
for the years reveal layers
that take away my breath,
novel undug virgin strata
a world away from death
its living is her catchword,
...Wednesday 14th April 2021 10:57 am
Digging
Archaeology was my chosen field,
Artefacts and pottery sherds, that sort of thing
Above all I strove to date that
Bronze Age hair those white thighs, her
Confusing layers of strata.
In muddy trenches our
Trowels clashed and one wet field trip
We excavated each other.
Epochs later I observed her digging in a charity shop
An old ruin now,
A bit like myself
Wednesday 6th May 2020 10:57 am
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