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The Travel Diaries of Viola Gresham (Wiltshire 2012-2013)
Viola (View from my Schoolroom) I could see the White Horse and the tall chimney of the cement works from my schoolroom Viola could not see these landmarks as she lived in Rhodesia Viola (Fireworks over Stonehenge) As the fireworks broke the mottled night sky Viola spoke to the moon telling it not to be […]
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The Complete Plays of Henry Ink
I Started At Dawn With Caution I Did Not Call You As There Were Many Pogroms in Phoneboxes On My Journey To Afrika I Met Cosmic Fairies In Isolation As I Passed Their Pink Mountains A Monk Stopped Me Giving Directions To The Closed Monastery Where The Cabbage Rose Grew Fragile And Unfinished
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The Gate
The gate by render of three steps led down to the river I did not bathe that day as I had done previously The peace had halted my activity I sat on the slender steps and awaited the ferry Which never arrived I applied for alms at my lodgings Nothing was received My host eventually […]
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Birmingham Leaves
In this church space I see your leaves Casually spread But engraved Into the grass I mistake your mosses For luxury cloths And hand them to the scavengers In this lower yard
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Voyages Of The Portuguese
The wife of a lost captain will hide in the sand and await the serpentine. When pearls cease their travel only the silence will awaken the serenity of new islands. Notes 1/ Dona Leonor was the wife of Manoel de Sousa and was shipwrecked with him on the great galleon San Joao off the […]
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Southwark Bells
Let the hasty swimmers pass They will not mock the wild fonts Nor the water levels of markets. The silver sheen that ripples the thunder Will not disturb you In this theatre of loneliness. It is reported that the playwrights John Fletcher and Phillip Massinger were buried in a single grave in […]
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Rave
At Franks in the High Street I ate some infected mushrooms And swam in my own gravity
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Sea (Triptych)
From the lips of his dying father he heard the sounds of the thin tide He saw the slink rats drown in the protective waters of the bay I am the curiosity he thought As his mild eyes becalmed by the sleep of the sea secured the unobtainable
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Reculver Towers
sisters do not recline when you hear the lies of the sea nor ride the blind horses in the sham light
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Bliss Carman
The scarlet maple will shade my head as the roving sun lays warm my bed