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Foundations

the blocks of childhood

solid, set square in red brick,

yet from the start porous, lined

by a cancerous quick

so soon perished

barely noticed we chalk one up

then tally them daily

our stars of awe and wonder

in diligent swathes

until the toehold twists

and the road falls away

when the choked black

fear stacked Sunday Psalms

choose today

(a reflection on the loss a Neil Armstrong and Louise Clarke, ex Pan's People dancer, and how quickly the icons of childhood are vanishing)

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Paul Sands

Tue 28th Aug 2012 14:30

Thank you for the kind words

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Yvonne Brunton

Mon 27th Aug 2012 14:09

i love the way you have correlated the ephemerous nature of childhood/life with the porosity of the brick which appear solid at first.
it is a sobering time when long known and much loved icons pass on.

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Andy N

Mon 27th Aug 2012 11:59

enjoyed this in particular the first two lines m8.

good stuff.

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