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Dreamer Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
Last night, I dreamt us young again, then woke
to yet another working day. I saw the soft flesh
of our hands, your one-was-wavy hair, such youthful

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Dorset Copyright © Richard Whiting 2011
Work jails me.
If I could,
I’d climb to the summit

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The Dealer Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
The cup we watched him throw
(that he could not recall)
was the final straw,

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An Elusive Sense Of Belonging Copyright © Victor Weston 2011
A small boy from Brum
practiced each night (in Norfolk dialect)
“potaa-ah, tomaa-ah”

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Before The Solstice Copyright © Richard Whiting 2011
June. The wheat heavy on the stalk
Grey-green, sea-whispers in the breeze.
Sunlight sweeps across the fields

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Master Thatcher Copyright © Richard Whiting 2011
My father is a Master Thatcher;
I watch him leap up the ladder
Laden with Maris Widgeon Straw

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Spring Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2011
Our love was quick to blossom in the Spring
Just one to one. No outside influence we did allow
To slow the vigorous growth

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The Mermaid Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2011
She was blond and beautiful
And innocent beyond her years
she came into my room

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Tower Block Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2011
In a teapot
Was where I kept the whisky
To hide it from her, you understand.

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Colours of the Week Copyright © Sally Anne Adams 2011
Monday, blue as a uniform
blue as Quink in the squat
square jar. Monday always blue

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Grave Yard Copyright © Sally Anne Adams 2011
A child’s ice cream in the sand,
a brooch with a broken clasp,
a biro which still works

The Common Stream Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
It was the comma that gave the master away,
that and the post-script ‘for distance’.
Had he left it at ‘Caned