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Earache

A poem for two voices – remembering a trip to the Canary Islands at this time of year :)

Earache

‘Oh! My ears hurt. My ears hurt. 278 more words

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Faintly Curled

Four raven wings
framed by the pale
of dawn mist sorrow
swoop from the tower,
troop over lawns
watching prancing unicorns
paw the ground,
kick up sweet-smelling dust… 67 more words

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Bubbles

In grandma’s kitchen
a fragrant green slab;
white lathered baby
walks
atop wooden slats,
clean scent rises
from Belfast sink,
a block of Fairy
foam pops to form rings… 7 more words

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Bones Under A Bridge

Tiny pile of bones
under a bridge
you were found out;
talked to the hawk,
or a murder of crows.
Maybe your first love,
the one that found you… 45 more words

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A Fine Disregard

Written early in 2013…perhaps I had an inkling…

A Fine Disregard for Awkward Facts

He has a true dislike
of anything uncomfortable;
will go to any length… 41 more words

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Hare, Fox, and Owl

A hare a fox and an owl
met at the crossroads,
‘Come,’ said the fox, ‘show
me where we must hide
from the hunter.’
‘Oh,’ said the hare, 27 more words

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Dry January

Poetry is alive and well,
plus it’s Björn’s birthday – that’s so swell.
What celebrations there will be
lots to eat and drink; he’ll be merry, 125 more words

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