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Fast in feminine confines of the House Your songs fought hard to reach the open air – From quiet drawing-rooms and salons fair To Arno’s banks, where soft sweet winds carouse. Of Quietude you stayed the loving Spouse Keeping your keener yearnings from despair; Playing your well-tuned instrument with care – Well-tended fire no enmity…
We’ll all be united now/ The ones that paid the price/ he thought as he strolled down the dusty yellow path/ pulling out arrows as he went/ like a bird without a mission/ already condemned/ wings too tiny to fly/ tired of flight failures/ on a long tumultuous trek to the disc-world.
Finger follows raindrop Dripping down the wood. A place that’s lived in better times, He’d leave there if he could. The cat his only playmate, Skinny, with knotted fur. He sighs, and gently fondles, It brings memories of her. A lump of cheese for dinner, Cat’s food a better choice; Angry thoughts that…
No drop to the beach. Sea edge is now distant, mounds of shingle hide its view. But there must have been another way round it? Sad. Rolling cost of maintenance is ongoing, millions of pounds, ad infinitum. Cheaper to flood to the old harbour and rehouse? Stunned, I gasped when I saw the change….
Innumerable shades of emerald And jades in patchwork, spill Over undulating hills Of chalk and flint, Beside the glint of meandering rills And shoreline, where wet fingers of lace Are clawing and tracing Or petting the face Of the cliffs. And the ocean biffs Pebbles and rocks, While seabirds flock and mock, Turn and wheel…
