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Word Less
I used to be a poet – words would arrive unbidden (not one for the funny side though occasionally funny) now the world of grim has caught me in what seems like a frantic, who knows how long, game of … Continue reading
Posted in Covid, free verse, lifestyle, Lockdown, melancholy, poet, poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Covid, isolation, life, Lockdown, poetry, writing
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The Young Yew
In benign spring sunshine the field waits, as all fields are waiting, for the burst of bud and spurt of blade to finally wake after the long winter. Dotted about are signs of scattered feed for vanished ponies. An abandoned bucket, its garish … Continue reading
Posted in death, garden, melancholy, natural world, Uncategorized
Tagged Nature, Poisonous Yew, Spring
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He died in France
My father died in France in high summer. One bitter-sweet memory was buying fruit from a street market to tempt his failing appetite. Cherries, ripe, red from a Rouen market, cupped in her hand. His hand, pale and still, in … Continue reading
Posted in death, Dversepoetry, Family, Life writing, melancholy, memories, online writing, poet, poetry, poets, seasons, Uncategorized, writer, writing
Tagged death, family, France, Fruit, Fruit market, poet, poetry, poetry. writer, Rouen, writer
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Wootton Bassett under a louring sky
‘By honouring one, I honour them all’ This was my feeling as I approached Wootton Bassett to pay my respects to Lt Daniel Clack, the latest tragic death of a young, so very young soldier on patrol in Afghanistan. The … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, Family, funeral, heroes, melancholy, memories, writer, writing
Tagged afghanistan, Brize Norton, RAF Lyneham, Royal British Legion, Wootton Bassett
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