Gust of valerian explodes

from the backyard wall, 

which looks as solid

as Alnwick's Bondgate tower. 


Northumbrians gather 

in the tiny front gardens

of terrace homes

on cool summer evenings. 


Shetlanders holidaying

in the cottage next door 

tell us cheerfully of a drugs

killing, a throat cut 


for just a hundred pounds, 

when we mention

the detective series. 

Rather stops us in our tracks. 


◄ The striker's fear of the penalty

Jack Kerouac ►


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Greg Freeman

Wed 14th Jul 2021 23:40

Thanks for your comments, Rudyard, and Stephen, and for the Like, Holden.

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 13th Jul 2021 17:12

Shetlanders? Aren't they in quarantine? Sounds as though they should be. (Nice people, I'm sure).

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Rudyard Kooistra

Mon 12th Jul 2021 18:31

Nice, nice, very nice!

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