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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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Sunday, 4 June 2023

A bleak morning …


A bleak morning,

damp and dark.

I wake late.


A day to

stay in pyjamas,

eat comfort food,

hug the heater.


Outside, green weeds

regenerate, slyly encroach.

I let them.





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