Tag: Obsessed with Pipework
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“Villanelle to Cold Psalms” and other poems by Jane Burn
Villanelle to Cold Psalms Here among the gloam owls, their cry of cold psalms I am treetops, bearing a crown of night. The dark is born. I imagine the death I would make in the strange of your arms, shiver beneath the void of stars, sing the charm of moths. Wish them against my neck.…
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‘She’ and other poems by Ceinwen E. Cariad Haydon
You must not I did, I did. And, afterwards wind whips, rain falls. I cannot see beyond waterfalls sheeting down from miserable eyes, sluicing nose, cheeks, chin and feel etched trails of aged laughter lines, awash with running snot. I slap my face, to blot out inner pain. Fingerprints mark shame, sting of…
Chris Murray 