Poetry

Small boats were meant for pleasureDipping and diving in summer streamsLarking about on rivers and canalsLaughter skipping cross the banksNot inflatable dinghies with too many bodiesRising and falling in deep Channel waterIn the sweat stink of fearChildren were meant for lightness and hopeStreet corner playing with siblings and cousinsGrowing and loving and learningAnd dreaming of …

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I can no longer stroke the warm, worn stoneworkOn my walk to work through St. John’s churchyard.Once Loddiges market gardens of rhubarb and rhododendronThe tower’s clock frozen in time for 400 yearsNow my only way by paths defined by stake and tape The snoring, sleeping early morning homelessWho used to shelter in the church’s vaulted …

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