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Wood
hinges creaky
lock long rusty
paint a-peeling and vaguely musty
swinging days gone
these days shut fast
seems years since I last had a blast
footsteps on stairs,
sapling lingers
turns my knob with leafy fingers
I stay rigid
want her naughty
instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40
sap linament
for ancient joints
soothing salve an oaken so...
Monday 1st November 2021 3:03 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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