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Review My Poetry / Working for the National Trust
« on: December 27, 2017, 04:48:26 AM »
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That African mask, painted with ochre,
threaded with hair sucking on bones,
its lively chatter of jungle tones
ghost the gilded themes of this tour.

The shadows ink across splendid
portraits. These Gainsborough ladies
in formal gardens -  waterlilies
and roses - lives slavishly scented.

This crowded cafe bubbles with chit-chat,
a broth of varied voices. We've paid
for tea and homemade cake and that
'Diary of a Country Parson'.

What sugared past do we consume
and trust in our comfortable rooms?

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original

That African mask, painted with ochre,
threaded with hair sucking on bones,
its lively chatter of jungle tones
ghost the gilded themes of this tour.

The shadows ink across splendid
portraits. These Gainsborough ladies
in formal gardens -  waterlilies
and roses, lives slavishly scented.

This crowded cafe bubbles with chit-chat,

a broth of varied voices. We've paid
for tea and homemade cake. The past

sugared in many ways. It matters.

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Review My Poetry / That sound across the estuary (revised)
« on: December 17, 2017, 01:10:42 AM »
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Review My Poetry / Ignored (revision2)
« on: December 09, 2017, 06:44:27 AM »
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Review My Poetry / Torc (revision2)
« on: December 01, 2017, 10:23:08 PM »
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Review My Poetry / The Bald Man
« on: November 27, 2017, 09:47:51 PM »
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Review My Poetry / Herd
« on: March 09, 2017, 04:09:46 AM »

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Review My Poetry / Family Man (revised)
« on: January 04, 2017, 04:36:20 AM »
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Review My Poetry / The School Cleaner Retires
« on: December 17, 2016, 01:40:13 AM »
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Review My Poetry / Four Poster Bed (revised)
« on: November 19, 2016, 02:45:23 AM »
revised

Sleep, and sleep long, and do not wait for me,
unlock the postern gate and take your rest
beyond the wrap of legs that weighted this hour.

Sleep, and sleep long, and do not wake for me,
let loose those arms and slumber in white sheets
beyond the guilt of thorns that tangle night.

Sleep, and sleep long, and sleep without me,
pillow your dreams within your chamber walls
beyond the sleepless scrawl that steals my night.



original

Sleep, and sleep long, and do not wait for me,
unlock the door to dream and take your rest
beyond the wrap of legs that weighted this night.

Sleep, and sleep long, and do not wake for me,
let loose those arms and slumber in these sheets
beyond the guilt of thorns that tangle night.

Sleep, and sleep long, and sleep without me,
pillow your dreams within your castle walls
beyond this sleepless scrawl that steals my night.

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Review My Poetry / Pig (revision)
« on: November 03, 2016, 11:07:52 PM »
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The little boy crayons his farmyard friends
in pink. A gentle tap stiffens his back,
a field of redcoats march. Mum cuts the bread
and pours the milk, bacon butties for tea.

The bugle call of hunger beckons him
to end his colouring play. Behind dad's chair
he rolls his dice, a double six for peace.
He hides away the crusts for farmyard friends.

original

The little boy crayons his farmyard friends
in pink. A gentle tap stiffens his back,
a field of redcoats march. Mum cuts the bread
and pours the milk, bacon butties for tea.

The call of hunger never far behind
the orders to end his play. Before dad's chair
he rolls his dice, a double six for peace.
He saves the crusts for farmyard friends.

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Review My Poetry / Lupine
« on: September 27, 2016, 11:17:17 PM »
gone to publ land

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Review My Poetry / Many Things Ink the Blank Pages (revised)
« on: September 02, 2016, 11:12:18 AM »
gone to publication.

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Review My Poetry / Drama Lessons
« on: July 30, 2016, 04:45:31 AM »
Gone to publ land

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Review My Poetry / Mermaid (revision3)
« on: July 24, 2016, 04:28:38 AM »
sent for publication

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Review My Poetry / Her Morning Goodbye
« on: June 08, 2016, 05:00:54 PM »
revision

It's like the way a well made door can shut.
Not with a truculent slam nor a slow
reluctant drag across the carpet. Hinges
are oiled, the closure a minimal kiss.

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original

She tucks the purple blouse back in her jeans
and pulls the leather tighter through the buckle.
She ties her hair into a pony tail.
Her boots have grip for ice. She zips them up.

It's like the way a well made door can shut.
Not with a truculent slam nor a slow
reluctant drag across the carpet. Hinges
are oiled, the closure a minimal kiss.

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