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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, 4 November 2023

Our little town’s rich …

 

Our little town’s rich with poetry!

Today, so many people crammed in, 

the bookshop nearly burst its walls. 

We in the audience responded fully

to the words read aloud: laughed  

together at some, fell deeply silent 

in the aftermath of others. Poetry 

moves us, fills us, reminds us 

who we are.

                     ‘So much art!’ said my son 

and his partner on a visit, after walking 

around, looking in shop windows. ‘And 

crystals and complementary therapists! 

This isn’t your average country town.’






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