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A Heavenly Land
The sea rolls its tongue against the sand, Cat-licking its way up to the green, Surely this is a heavenly land? Swathes of sea colour are slowly fanned, Turquoise, jade and all in between.
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Long Distance Running
She dreams, she says, of running up stairs. I wonder what she believes she would discover, But I can see her, losing the weight of her years. The motion would smooth away her wrinkles,
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Round Table
What does it mean to be solid? It is only, he says, a linguistic certainty. We've decided what it means to be, that thing, Solid and so it is. We are all solid. This table- It's solid too.
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Charlotte Corday
Charlotte Corday I can see you now. Pale, With hair like a breathing cloud, Accumulating beneath The cummulus of your cap. Swaddled, like an expired bride. Hands, white lily pands
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Catatonic
I think I know where you buried him. Where he always used to be, When the sun deigned to shine, Or feigned a glow- In the grass you often forgot to mow. Underneath red rings of berried rowan,
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