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Cherry

Beachcomber's Love Song To The Sea

His sea trilby tethered with rope, hair threaded with underwater green. His sea breeches, a silvery shade of brown (fish-skin perhaps) washed by coral-fronds.
Gold cherry

Nicolaus Copernicus In My Mother's New Kitchen

The centre of it all, he says, is her Russell Hobbes kettle. Everything revolves around it - is drawn to it like the sun. And the steam that gushes forth from
Cherry

Meeting Bosch at the Prado

Poem inspired by Bosch's painting "The Garden of Earthly Delights". http://www.museodelprado.es/en/the-collection/online-gallery/on-line-gal...
Poem of the week

Dyssomnia on the Cross

Today, done up like a kipper, forgiveness belongs elsewhere. From his vantage point he sees a range of yellow hills - the vistas of lost childhood - the city walls and scrubland beyond.
Cherry

January 30th, 1649

She dips her kerchief into a pool of still-warm blood. It is the holy blood of the king and it will stain her cotton lace. Giddy at the sight of it she pushes through the wailing crowd,

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