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Hoard
The allotments will never be the same.
Fred was digging a new bed when he
Found it,
Uprooting silver collars, bracelets, armlets
Finger rings too along with
Amber beads not unlike flax seeds.
Mutterings of treasure trove sprout darkly
In the other sheds where his
Neighbours want their share but
Greenhouses grow security guards now while
Worst of all
Parsnips and pe...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 12:18 pm
Longships
Horizons and herring made us Vikings
No estuary beyond our sixteen oars and shallow-drafts.
Silver arm-rings we wore, bound by allegiance,
Chained thralls shared our graves
Ninety miles a day in a fair wind
Sea-sick abaft oak prows and reeling sails.
Monks in towers prayed for stormy seas but
Stiff with salt it was nuns not gold we wanted
After conquest we traded ...
Monday 4th May 2020 11:09 am
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