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Hygge Feature #1

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What She Missed

The cold slow of mornings,
fetching coal, with cloud breath,
to a rupture of rooks,
their throaty rasp… 354 more words


Two poems by Angi Holden


It was summer then and hot, July perhaps –
the sky bright and cloudless blue,
the tarmac sticky-soft beneath our feet.
And I was young, eight or maybe nine, 407 more words


More Titanic Poems

Titanic seems to go on inspiring poetry, and my blog feature seems to have brought more poems out of the icy sea of its memory. … 457 more words