A F Harrold -poetryline

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

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Great grey belly porker,

toothy yawning slug,

cow-nosed submarine,

A F Harrold -poetryline

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Trees are good at what they do,

at being oak or beech or yew.

 

A F Harrold -poetryline

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

It tastes of high clouds

  of crisp cold

     of twilight

 

A F Harrold -poetryline

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Don’t mock

the humble sock.

 

Even a sock that’s old

A F Harrold -poetryline

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Shirley was six when her teeth started to fall out.

Her big brother, Ben, told her not to worry.

A F Harrold -poetryline

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

I remembered how I used to play with my mum.

As a kid, in the kitchen, we would bake together.

A free bird leaps 
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends 
and dips his wing 

If you are very good I will give you:

A pillow of blue strawberries

A swimming pool of Haagen-Dasz

A mirror of imagination

A pocketful of yes’s

I saw three ships, three tall ships

Riding on the sea,

The waves quaked, and the fishes quaked,

And the wind sighed sorrowfully,

For on their decks, and in their holds,

A F Harrold

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

If you open up my skull

  You won’t see a brain in there,

underneath the skin and bone

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