The Little Match Girl
By camilla
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The Little Match Girl
A poem about being left out
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Bat Squeak
It is a grey day but still day the tree by the garage is trying to march like an Ent not quite Dunsinane just an Ent branches in wide Semaphore eyes open to the milky sky bats squeak
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Boxes of Bones
Boxes of Bones The things from the old marital attic got damp and covered with dust placed carelessly with rancour perhaps My highschool yearbook
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Carmen Trees
Carmen Trees Carmen trees have flamenco flounces of hot latin colour on still autumnal mornings they await the overture poised ranks of Corp de Ballet trembling a little
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Cortege
Cortege Traffic queueing on the type A road suddenly slowed to an impatient stop clogging like cholesterol in an artery blood pressures rising then becalmed with engines running
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The Falling Woman
The Falling Woman It was skybright breakfast 106 or candlenight in Portugal There was a planebird window bang or a stomach swoop of 'she's gone' There was no escape
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Pages
Pages Autumn sun warms pages of the book in its hands strokes it as it dozes on a teak steamer its a story by a known author , reliable,well put
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Inquisition
Inquisition There is often a wish to throw women to the Inquisition curves are blamed for an inconvenient itch an uncomfortable envious swelling of a myth
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The Lantern Swinging in Horsmonden
The Lantern Swinging in Horsmonden A silhouette of branches changes as I go the lamp of moon seems to move behind as if a lanterns carried cross the fields reasons for it crowd my mind
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The Owlers Wife
The Owlers Wife My Jemmys out tonight down Tenterden way a visiting his Father took sick at least I'm to say it or a drinking in Horsmonden telling tales
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Outpatients
Outpatients Its the hideous kindness the "oh dear we'll have to try the other arm" the jolly phlebotomist although behind us the curtains are closed and I'm afraid they might be doing
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Nostalgia Comp
Nostalgia Competiton Bea's Sunday Night Flat
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Mouseology
Mouseology Mouseology is the study of tiny things cooking pancakes perfectly with the sous chef earnestly grating cheese carrying lunch to her sprawling brother conspiritorial with adult elan
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Sleeping in the Library
Sleeping in the Library The house hums a harmony of children settled in their occupations and rain taps drumming thrumming fingers on the roof tapotement a heater makes the air drowsy
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Lugubrious Cabbage
The delights of growing things in the garden
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Rug Beating
A little revolution
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Solar Flair
The sun has always had flair It used to traverse the sky in a barge with Ra and Horus paddling wildly trying to stay unmoved
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The uses of poetry
As I galloped in the belly of the beast past fields of a nearly obscene green so bright it clashed with the sky like cheap clothing a horrid thought popped in like a ring on the door
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Eulogy
I'v never been good at funerals I'm the one sobbing and gasping over a virtual stranger running out of tissues and trying not to howl my nose going redder and redder
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