Lost Words
...I feel like a poppy
in a field of hogweed
My sentences have run dry
I am rudderless in the wilderness
I lack a welter of letters
unassigned to the wherewithal
I am lost in a cave
unfree to ...
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Categories:
hogweed, angst,
Form: Free verse
Indigestion
...the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush
ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress
of perspectives and the slow death from stag...
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Categories:
hogweed, courage,
Form: Free verse
Pure Filth
...When the woollen industry died,
the reservoir that fed the old mill,
became disused.
The water meadow at its head
became a swamp.
Developers,
who want to build houses everywhere,
take one look...
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Categories:
hogweed, environment, nature, pollution, water,
Form: Rhyme