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Poem

See her moonlight

bloom from thick forest

 

leaving the ground

plucking words from the stars

 

half heather mosses

deep purple wherries

Poem

In need of some repair,

six point seven billion

careless owners.

Lovely views of the galaxy,

possible renovation project.

 

Owners seek exchange

Poem

The cold is solid,

hard against thighs,

steel to toe.

In the mirror of the gas fire

my face distorts,

thin, too long.

 

We giggle,

Poem

She had a box full of taffeta, ermine,

shoes made of petals, those of a rose.

Satin, worn thin beneath copper trees,

a deep scarlet hood on a wolfish coat.

 

Poem

I found an autumn necklace in the hedge,

silken threads, strung with tiny beads.

Yet when I touched a strand it fell,

leaving only scattered tears.

 

Sue Hardy-Dawson - National Poetry Day 2018
Poem

Each night I pull threads of birds

shake them loose; unpick the skies

 

dappled husks of thrush and wren

mulberry silk from blackbird eyes