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Bristol Pink Rainbow
On the 8th of August 1962 I threw Viola Gresham’s severed arm into the sea near Blue Anchor Railway Station I had hoped that she would recover from the time accident But I have had no contact with her since that day Her brother is still chasing me through time but he is now tired […]
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Somerset Science Fiction
I am in a corrugated iron shed at the Blue Anchor Railway Station in Somerset Viola Gresham is hiding with me She has a serious time disease Which can only the sea can cure I can see the sea from the shed But we cannot swim in the sea During daylight hours As Viola has […]
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Blue Lobster Blue Anchor
I am sitting on Blue Anchor Railway Station in Somerset It is two for twins day I am sitting with my twin sister She is not wearing underwear The Blue Lobster is aware of this fact And looks up her skirt as she crosses her legs Blue Lobster Plain Maid Planning Murder With her […]
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Enobarbus
You wrote your essay about Enobarbus quite naked in your bedroom You locked the door to extinguish interruptions and lifted your pen I will do justice to your name You said As I was also Anthony’s loyal friend But you are aware of Anthony’s foolish infatuation He will lose the war So you do […]
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Givenchy Field
Over one hundred years have passed since your poem was written I am in Whitstable today with my family The sun is high in the sky and everything is calm Small children are playing with vacant oyster shells Whilst their parents paddle quietly in the sea Above me umber moths hide in the coastal trees […]
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Givenchy Field
Over one hundred years have passed since your poem was written I am in Whitstable today with my family The sun is high in the sky and everything is calm Small children are playing with vacant oyster shells Whilst their parents paddle quietly in the sea Above me umber moths hide in the coastal trees […]
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Marthe
You are the first poem in a book of Soldier Poets Your poem was written by a Major in the British Expeditionary Force in France during the First World War He is only known by his initials no more H.D’A. B. Marthe of the lowered eyes This is how the poem opens I wonder who […]
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Rose Red Room
Large blood red roses Decorate The walls Of my room Some say That they were stained By the blood of Christ But I know that the weeping poppies Scarred these walls
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Beachcomber
When visiting beaches I often search For emotive pebbles They bring me much comfort No matter their mood As I ignore their emotions
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The Kingsdown Mermaid
She steals around the village after dark Weeping for her lost love Many have tried to help her But she was betrayed By the fluid whiteness Of her sea dress A weeping mermaid visits the small coastal village ok Kingsdown in Kent once a year on the anniversary of her fiancés death He […]