Poems

Overheard in a Tower Block
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Kicking the pebbles along Eastbourne beach

as the orange-pink of sunset

plays with the ebbing tide,

my mother asks…

 

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We watch them, hypnotized.
Pale and mysterious,
They rise and fall. Joe says
“They look like ghosts.”

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The night was as dark as an ink well,
For the moon had gone visiting elsewhere,
But by the scuffling sounds around me,
I knew there was someone there.

Overheard in a Tower Block
Poem

My mother, The Mermaid Queen, wept tiny pearl tears.

For weeks, for months, she cried through the seasons.

High-tide storm-sobbing, would it last for years?