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Cherry

Eat [2]

It was Sunday when we stepped off the ferry in Tarbert on the Isle of Lewis. That meant, the ferryman said, there was no food to be had. I’d thought...

Eat [I]

Our green blankets, those which kept us snug, are pulled back with a crack, discarded long threads which we had sewn in and around our multiples are...

Taste

Out of my teacup half-way down, I smacked my lips made sure with my tongue as my throat smarted it reminded me of young days when I would blow a...
Cherry

Night

Clothes ruffled, bra breast empty, mound of feet, pressed socks, flat. Tagged layers of scarfs, chainmail belt, empty side of your bed, folded...

Manifest

Inspired by Edwin Morgan
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45 of my comments have received 42 Great Feedback votes

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Gorgeous poem - love that

Posted on Tue, 06 Apr 2021

Gorgeous poem - love that last line! And visually its lovely, like the tide coming in and out. 

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Posted in to pick up time

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Beautiful from start to

Posted on Sat, 19 Aug 2017

Beautiful from start to finish- that first line is a beautiful analogy.

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Posted in Un Dia en Las Palmas

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So touching, poignant - has

Posted on Sun, 19 Mar 2017

So touching, poignant - has me welling up. It can be hard to put our emotions into words and you have done so here with such grace.

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Posted in Mum's the word

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This is a lovely piece both

Posted on Sun, 27 Nov 2016

This is a lovely piece both poignant and heart warming. You have s lovely way of writing and I love the phrase - grief is an embodied experience- yes I believe that to be true :) x

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Posted in Mirror, Mirror

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Stunning lc...can hear all

Posted on Sun, 10 Jul 2016

Stunning lc...can hear all those gulls ( that caw caw- they always sound like they are laughing in s mocking fashion!) crashing waves, fantastic placing of words..such an emotive piece x

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Posted in Attrition

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 I like this reversal of

Posted on Wed, 11 Nov 2015

 I like this reversal of 'blame', really makes you think. Paragraph four in particular struck a cord. (not sure if you meant witch to be be which?) 

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Posted in If You Get Cancer

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Very believable voice, can

Posted on Sun, 11 Oct 2015

Very believable voice, can imagine that sort of character. I like the unanswered questions - the contrast between the 'nosy' character and the 'silent' Mrs Jenkins. Most poignant. 

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Posted in It's Only Me, Mrs. Jenkins

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You can feel the sadness from

Posted on Sat, 03 Oct 2015

You can feel the sadness from both sides of this EB...The last stanza in particular is heartbreaking, the distance forced by work creating distance in the relationship; hanging onto hopes. Thought provoking!

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Posted in Clocking In

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Those overheard conversations

Posted on Sun, 20 Sep 2015

Those overheard conversations, snippets of small talk wonderfully recrafted. Some made me smile right from the start- at least you brought a brolly. Lovely structure too- a narrative formed through a commentary. Most inventive :)

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Posted in Why Does it Always Rain at Funerals? (Poetry Monthly)

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You took me there 'drifting

Posted on Mon, 21 Sep 2015

You took me there 'drifting peacefully on a lone cloud' circling back round again to the 'what will happen if I leave this world.'  You captured a feeling of pensive sadness, highlighted by the colours and serenity of space. I'm...

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Posted in If I Was To Leave This World

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