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Monthly Archives: September 2020
Small Pleasures At Dawn
I like to wake up at dawn, watch as the lilac skies fade and the blackbirds feed on the lawn. With curtains widely drawn, smelling the air fresh with silent dew, I like to wake up at dawn. I may … Continue reading
BLUE
A haibun – two poems, a prose poem and haiku. The haiku supporting the prose poem. I pass through the hawthorn hedge, from darkness into light – dazzled by the summer sun. Stand ankle deep in grasses as damselflies flick … Continue reading
AUBADE
As the curtains pale with the light of dawn, I turn to you but you are gone. The crisp cotton pillow undisturbed, no watch on the bedside table. This is the first day of the rest of my life, my … Continue reading
Sole Man
I am 45, ride a pushbike, wear a gabardine raincoat, belonged to my Dad, never washed. I live with my mum over the fish and chip shop. Like the batter on the haddock my mother’s love clings to me, dripping … Continue reading
Truth and Lies
In this age of uncertainty a lie gains traction, travels around the world in a click. We must learn how to listen, recognise honesty, know truth when we hear it spoken, for who can tell where each false statement, each … Continue reading
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Breakfast
Breakfast cereal and a slice of toast Satchel ready with homework, books and lunch Sports afternoon, the one I like the most Better than sitting on the old school bench. Up late today so breakfasted in haste, Nine miles to … Continue reading
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