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28 September 2017
24 September 2017
Once I was small, lived on an isle;
old stories long grown cold.
Jack was my new step-father who
tiny but strong to fish in the sea.
And no, you are NOT allowed to call me Mary Rose! Seriously. The only other person who did was my favourite uncle, Tommy, who died in his nineties a few years back and who doesn't belong in this poem. It's a special name, not for general use, not even by best friends, lovers or husbands.
I grew up on an island, often 'messing about in boats', and was later married for 27 years to a professional fisherman, so had many possibilities to write about ... but perhaps we all have one boat that is more special than others.
14 September 2017
Yet, still haunted, I never say your name, dear —.
13 September 2017
(At the link, scroll down to the poem 'Summer's Air'.)
10 September 2017
Little Prince, I loved you at first sight.
the sweet exterior, so my love deepened too.
I grew more intimate with you; at first
one man and me your language (before he returned to his star).
(But the phrase in quotes is, of course, from Shakespeare.)
9 September 2017
Written for Words Count with Mama Zen at 'imaginary garden with real toads': a poem of up to 60 words, preferably entitled 'Book of Words', and including three words from a list of her children's favourites. (My three are 'testament', 'rapture' and 'mimicry'. Great words, kids!)
Also linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #370
6 September 2017
1 September 2017
Today the world is full of the mad and the hateful.