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Rachel and the Lambs
As Rachel tended to her flock She looked at the nearby city houses One building half hidden Had thirteen chimney pots Rising high into the sky Rachel thought of the final supper That had taken place In her father’s house
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Wiltshire Journey
The hills green grey green Await the rain But they lie to the fallow trees About the sculling cloud Nothing stirs in the low meadow Except for the blank winds Which seduce the shy grasses With their damp dour rhythms
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Amaryllis
Amaryllis why do you collect Leaves in your apron When I have started a fire The season has ended You should let it rest
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Amaryllis Regained
As a new born she was laid On her mother’s cold apron Her life milk was the gift Of her three sisters
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The Jeweller
The jeweller carried a diamond in the heel of his boot as he fled the country of his birth It would be his future he thought He travelled for many hundreds of miles and found himself in a darkened town If you give me sanctuary I will give you light He shouted in a deserted […]
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Slow Time
You died young without seeing the pity of war Which I suppose was correct In the greater shape of things As war is better viewed from Heaven
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Sitting with Margate Sands watching the Movement of the Planets
You are paddling in the sea in your indigo bikini An Ibex throws a multi-coloured beach ball towards you It sails over your head and lands in the sea You ignore the spray and look at the planets in the wise sky In time they will be aligned The Ibex retrieves the beach ball and […]
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The Whale and the Cliff Path
Christine and Christopher were taking their morning walk along the cliff path that led to East Bay when they came across a crack in the chalk which stretched for over five hundred feet Christopher was alarmed and held his sisters hand urging her not to proceed His sister smiled and ran forward occasionally hopping across […]
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Lady Lido
The lye marks that made Tristan De Coomna betray his country were asymmetrical pearl like and wafer thin he kept a thousand of these tokens hidden in a tobacco tin in the corner of the room the nine day winds had swept his landscapes clean and in this special light he saw Lady Lido moving […]
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Marcia
Marcia lay asleep Next to my African mask Her white shoulders were exposed And contrasted favourably with the darkness of the wood But I liked her soft crimson lips Which even in repose Were seductive Marcia – (Ink on the Wheel) Marcia had finished her task And I was ready to print Her poems […]