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On Christmas Morn Copyright © Rod O'Donoghue 2011
The white moon wanes at dawn of winterʼs day
While fairy dust, once sprinkled on the lawn,
Begins to steam and upward wends its way.

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Losing You Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
You would quietly admire, I hope,
my reach for calm and order
before I even greet each waking day

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Tyneham '43 Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
Villagers in Tyneham, Dorset, received notice in November 1943 that their village was to be used to train soldiers in the use of new weaponry. They had to leave by December 19th. They were promised that when peace was won, that they would be allowed back to their village. The population of Tyneham (Census 2001) was given as zero.
All along Post Office Row
Fingers opened envelopes;
Mouths quit eating,

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In Statione 1 Copyright © Rod O'Donoghue 2011
Murky mists slide silent over the soft green sea;

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It spoke to me Copyright ©Rod OʼDonoghue 2011
Silent
in this
noisy world

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Exit, Left Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
His face had not been in her mirror
for three months now but still his shadow
dogged the house, appearing at her side

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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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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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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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Bradfield Woods, in the Spring Copyright © Victor Weston 2011
It is an exceptional day
gentle warm Spring sunshine
new green leaf marvellously apparelling the trees