Poems

Poem

Forest could keep secrets
Forest could keep secrets

Poem

In our flat
faces speak
of places across the sea.

In our flat
voices walk in
talking, but not like me.

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This morning she got up
On the happy side of the bed,
Pulled back
The grey sky-curtains
And poked her head
Through the blue window
Of heaven,

Poem

Which can be brushed out long and fine
to lie across a pillow
or bunched and scrunched into an angry
knot of rain before it is undone, 
when long hanks of it hang

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Next door live three old ladies. 
They’re sisters, well into their eighties, 
but to us kids, they seem beyond time. 

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The sea lays big glass hands on the sand,
spreading its fingers out as if new
to the shore. It can’t quite believe in it.
It wants to hold on before the glass breaks.

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The space is a friend.
I tell it what hurts.

I tell it why I'm not good.
The space is a friend.
I tell it the bother I'm in.
It won't let me tell lies.