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Mugs
Elevenses, for sixties boy,from garden-work, a rest, the tray –Dad’s coffee mug, my jug of juice,Mum’s teapot, milk and sugar bowl –the robin choosing worms dug up.The chat, as sweat allowed to dry,a golden star for what achieved,his comment, what not yet complete,the tasks that lay ahead for each,so buck up son, or lunch delayed.… Read more
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Welcome to my blog. Look over my shoulder as I reflect… Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.
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About Me
My name is Stephen Kingsnorth. I am 70 and retired from ministry in the Methodist Church, with Parkinson’s Disease, living in north Wales. I am, as many, a nominee for ‘Best of the Net’ and ‘The Pushcart Prize’ this year, as last! To retain appearance on this blog, a piece must be accepted by a publisher and/or ‘liked’ by a… Read more
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Amber Turns
What hex this mix in palette range,as if wych hazel, broom to brush,the magic of fall’s cycle fixed,from Eden on, self-sacrifice.Rejected through its tree top sap,that auxin cause of shedding tears,like mother loosing hold on child,or father prompting flight from nest.But no surprise, in blushing leaf,skeletal spine cut, starts to die,its power to fuel some… Read more
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Lie Low
Do all survive through camouflage,stark stand out gone, as merge preferred?We know the smallest, best defence,adopt their leaf or branch as tent,just as those fleas, in hair, on leg,all playing dead, dead cert deployed.But my red spots are proof they lie,lowlife, lie low, outlier soon. Published by Five Fleas Itchy Poetry, 22nd November 2022 https://fivefleas.blogspot.com/2022/11/afternoon-of-november-21-2022.html
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