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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Saturday, 29 April 2023

I'm wearing around my neck ...

 I’m wearing around my neck today 

a small Celtic cross with a fleur-de-lys in the middle 

and three identical circles down the back, 

inherited from the magician Ridge, my mentor.


He’d had it chrome-plated by a friend. When that 

wore off, I painted it with silver nail polish, sparkly.


His big cross, broad as a breast-plate, 

studded with crystals, went in the coffin with him. 

So did the jade ring, shaped and carved as a scarab.

I have my own scarab ring now, of silver, a perfect fit.
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