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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Thursday 28 December 2023
Heat and thunder ...
Heat and thunder.
Fire and flood.
I live in a small oasis
of little damage so far.
My astrologer friend
predicts worse in future.
I tell her, ‘Probably, we
won’t still be here by then.’
‘That’s a rather strange
kind of comfort,’ she says.
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