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Vintage Years Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
Barley tops blush,
Thinned by drought.
A cruel winter mocked

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Lucky Stars Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
Itʼs a Triple-Rollover.
The papers say
That the winner

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The Key Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
I carried it for years
after we were
compelled

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Fairy Tale Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
You are naïve, believing in magic -
you donʼt give a bean for prudence
but you earn a kiss, while still a belly-flopper

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The Book Case Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
As we queued to get to Ann Frankʼs annex,
shuffling between Germans, Japanese, Israelis,
I looked to see which titles had been chosen

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Death of the Honey Bee Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
(For Amy Winehouse)
I remember you,
Early spring
Showered in nectar,
Perfectly poised;

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Automaton Copyright © Colin Whyles 2011
Like a Victorian automaton
at a magical, mystical funfair,
the expectant, raised fountain pen lowers;

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Maternal Wisdom Copyright © Colin Whyles 2011
Perhaps I should have listened
when Mother dispensed wisdom
regarding fruit forbidden;

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My Eurydice is Dead Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2011
My Eurydice is dead
Iʼve no doubt the gods were jealous
Of our happiness

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Wet Dog Day in Hadleigh Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2011
The air was hot and still
The sun was burnishing the river
All was quiet

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Green Laughter Copyright © Kaaren Whitney 2007
The land lies like a laughing green maiden
drawing me towards her luscious verdancy,
her promise of fulfilment, nirvana.

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Writing At Walpole Old Chapel Copyright © Kaaren Whitney 2007
With sun glistening on lichen older than me,
I sit on a low flat tomb, September 2nd,
blue cornflower in my hair, pulling out a poem,