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THE ANTI-TEA TOWEL POEM for FATHER’S DAY There aren’t any cards in Tesco’s, Hallmark, or the ever-so-fashionable Farmers’ Market to say to someone on Father’s Day “Sorry your father wasn’t around for you, or sorry your children’s father isn’t around … Continue reading
He passes the church yard confetti clings to the wheels of his trolley. Head down, he wheels onward driving through debris: petals, fallen stars, hearts, grains of rice. Fleeting tokens, nothing more! Nothing lasts but chunky rubbber wheels.
Cherry blossom snow, sweet birdsong. Tiny pleasures my child will never know.
Cherry-blossom-rain how small our late spring how sweet our parting sorrow!
Melting you fire me up you pierce me I long for you your tongue, your touch as the marshmallow longs for the toasting fork. Another ‘poem of sarcastic dislilke’ as suggested by another National Poetry Writing Month exercise, but this … Continue reading
Greening Deep green at last! Winter’s bleached fields recede, giving way to grasshopper, racing green, tempting turf for rolling and strolling, breathing vast lungfuls. Green lights us to freedom: Go ahead! Go now! Another poem based on the idea of … Continue reading