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4 January 2021: Somewhere In the Past
Somewhere In The Past We were into masks that year.We were all eyes. waiting tomix with the sky, and outside, every day, church bells rang.It was cold though it might’ve been green, too.Hedgerows grew. Daffodils swayed,tall as a congregation of choristers.We stayed close to home, and we walked alone in open spaces.Called it safety. Safe…
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3 January 2021: Confidential Trees
Confidential Trees Gentle his heart.He walked the foreston the flat end of sorrow,and trusted the treesto keep the ache buried. written for @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2020 Image from Unsplash public domain cc:00
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2 Jan 2021: Two Women in Conversation
Two Women in Conversation We were deep in our work, and allthe functions that entails, and thecleaning women were dusting andpolishing desks, their elbows intenton wiping away lustre and any colour, and I overheard one of them say, What were those brown bits in the salad. Another woman answered, …
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1 January 2021: For Wont of Company
For Wont of Company You’ll understand one day, whenyou love someone like I’ve done,you’ll want to pot up that feeling,you’ll want it to bloom on forever like my begonias. But I just stood there, staring at the urnbehind your sofa with Dad’s ashes…
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Humour in a Foreign Language
Humour in a Foreign Language I heard your voicemuffled in the swirlof the Nautilus Room. Heard you laughingin a language Ididn’t understand, as if humour isbreath. Or DNA.Humour should be a birthright, like2 ears and a nose. Like free speech. And the room fallsabout laughing. Youhave them all rolling in the aisles, andspeaking a languagethat’s…
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Of Flu and Gloom
A Small Girl Wearing Angel Wings She’s as faithful as a tree,standing there,singing,small hands cold as blue light,she takes a coin here and there,sings on the corner of 1st and Hythe Road,stands with a man from the Mission,she’s like a dove,a flushed joyful point in this flu and gloom.…
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Poetic Bloomings “Hindsight”
Some Things Just Stick In Your Head The only time I was allowed to go barefootwas when I took a bath. Had something to dowith catching worms. Mum wouldn’t allow it. Doubt I’d have caught worms from troddingon pavement, but Mum was raised on a farm,and some stuff just sticks in your head forever. My…
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The Best Laid Eggs
The Best Laid Eggs and as I peel eggs today, the soft white flesh sticking to the shell, and tearing away in ragged clumps, My thoughtsWander away withThose words pumped up with helium,Words that escape the tongueAnd rise into the sky like smokeAnd vanish as we sleep, …
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for Sunday Whirl #487
I Saw No Christmas Star Last Night because city light breathes and sighs a gloomy gasp, like dogs barking at quicksilver across the sky, and the moon grows fat, a hanging light that shines the sky …
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Of His
Of His Of his pants,and vests,and corduroys,and Fair Isle snowflake knits,and his socks thatlint all over everything,and the extra strong Polo mintthat went through the washin the pocket of his jacket, but I ate it anyway,of all those things, I lovehis bathrobe most. © Misky 2020
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