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I Remember Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
my motherʼs white ankle socks
and blue tennis skirt (she would
never wear shorts) as she left

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Nearly Eden Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
We climbed a hill that perfect summerʼs day
You, head down reading Baudelaire,
Me, all-admiring of your serious literary ways

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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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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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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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Whisper? Copyright © Reg Wright 2011
I hear a whisper as I walk
In the shadow of the Cedars
A whisper as I sit beneath their boughs

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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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Finding Focus Copyright © R J Whiting
Tomorrow, theyʼd promised
To head for the coast…
Coins dropped in metallic rhyme.

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Ladybird Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
When I was maker of your sky,
I sent you playing
Full of fiercest care,
Hairbrush Copyright © Florence Cox 2011
Borrowed hairbrush on the sill,
rich with a birdʼs nest of your brown hair...
Yes, it is brown still; you are young.