Long Wallsend Poems

ROMAN WALL  

Progress  accelerates around us but still
Like squirrels turning a treadmill
Past and present are the same, it’s true,
As the paralyzed  Prufrock  himself knew
Superpowers come and go 
Talking of Michelangelo*

My old...

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STORIES  IN  POTTERY 


Bluebirds above the azure lakes
Burleigh cups  - willow pattern trees in gold leaf -
Once with mashed Sichuan oolong,
And on their side plates, shortbread tiffin,
While nephews in white laughed loudly...

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I remember being lost on holidays,
Inveigled by a fair ground’s gaudy lights.
Seeking comfort, I held a stranger’s hand.
But you were found at last, cradling as always.

I remember being walked to school, hand held.
Bedridden, you let...

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Recall me being lost on holiday?
a fair seduced with bright gaudy light.
I held in tears a stranger’s hand all day
you found me howling loudly, cradling tight
remember walking me to school, handheld?
but bedridden, you let me...

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