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@thebrokenspine.co.uk
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#Spent

They watch the match burn down
pegged to separate seasons,

The one burgeoning, nest building, bright bud of a primrose.

The other, still shackled to winter,

Exhausted.

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@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
#PoemdAbout
#BlackVeils
#ItWillDo
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Hiding in the corners
Hiding in the walls

Hiding in the ivies
As the barn owl calls

Hiding behind broken breath
A gasp, a scream, a sigh

Behind her veil she asks her riddle
Who am I ?

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@thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #Static #ItWillDo

My dear oak tree
Asked of me
Why she
- Alone - stood still

Until

She saw
- One foot on the floor -

A woman at prayer for a stillness To share.

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@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
#PoemsAbout
#YouShouldntHave
#itWillDo

You shouldn't have

Remembered

That today was a day

You were supposed to forget.

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@rfsmith.bsky.social #PromptCombo
#memorial
#ItWillDo

It was a lovely sending off
they said
last week

after the funeral.

Sadly

the mourner who passed on

a virus

owes me two concerts' worth
of beautifully unsung music.

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@thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #NoFuture #ItWillDo

Old Man
Old Woman

Holding hearts tight in the face of a final forever

They won't last 'till Christmas

Said their parents, sixty years ago.

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@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social #PromptCombo #OnRoofs #ItWillDo

We

danced on the apex;

Did not fall.

We

leaped from rooftop to
rooftop to rooftop -

our wings reflecting

both sun

and

Moon.

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@thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #PoemsAbout
#DogTags
#ItWillDo

Metal mirrors in minuscule
Tell me who I am
And, now, who I was.

I was not a soldier.

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#PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#ItWillDo

That perfect afternoon
when they traded scar for
scar - blood-twins -

over and over and over and over

And now, at night, all she can hear
is the cry of the owl, of the
fox
and the long thin wail of the last train home.

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