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Going home

I'm a bent-neck marionette
swaying 'mid the breeze blown leaves
of my favourite tree.

I am my childhood swing.

◄ Beneath the mask.

We three ►

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winston plowes

Fri 30th Apr 2010 00:46

Powerful and compact Kathryn. Jarred a bit on 'mid ?could it just be with? Loving your posts
Win

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Graham Sherwood

Wed 28th Apr 2010 21:04

It's interesting to see this rueful take on this innocent piece of your childhood. Very pared down and wistful?

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 28th Apr 2010 14:47

I like this too.

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Marianne Louise Daniels

Wed 28th Apr 2010 14:46

I am quite a fan of your work.
This, to me, says so much of loss and abandonement,and nostalgia for a time that you can never have again, so perfectly in so very few words.
Excellent.

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