I met Fate in the woods,
"Fancy seeing you here," I said
"Oh, please," she replied, "This was meant to be."
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quivering like a tense arrow,
I think I see a kestrel up on
longaford tor.
it is not
innate, this private familiar.
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every time Mum sets the seed
under the magnolia tree, she will
count the collared doves that used
to visit: one time we had four, but…
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Yes, it was dark.
No, I will not give you poetry.
I wore my headphones in one ear,
tripping down grassy slopes,
and back up much-too-wide steps.
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Like tarmac, thin layer of carbon on my tongue,
Lick it off and feel my cheeks crumble like sand.
Shiny shower gel bottles and a shrivelled bar of green hand soap.
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A dark blot on a molten giant begins this tale,
A story of struggle, conflict, and uprise I shall unveil,
These incandescent giants have bodies and workings which are beautifully unique,
Comprehending them in full is a truth we ought all to seek.
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You,
Cleaved my ribs apart,
like a clam shell,
and let my organs,
spill into soft sea foam.
Starry freckles blaze upon her cheeks
And dance like the hearth’s straying sparks,
They pulse like dawn in winter weeks
Over the mist-dewed hymns of larks.
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