Is told from Maisies father's point of view. I was kind of wrestling with how your life can never be the same. In my collection they go the distance and stay together, but in this poem this is an elderly man living with the guilt and hurt he has caused his wife.

The years have bobbed by

The grief subsiding and somehow

we became content with our jigsaw

of a life with ...

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                                                           Angel

                                                      lighting the

                                                  Sky with love and

                                                     Diamonds. The

                                       ...

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In this poem, I was trying to emulate a nosey neighbour who has no feelings. 

Matilda collects the noises of her street.                                                               

The 6am explosion of Mintball Joes Morris Minor,

kick starting Alexandra Road into life,

causing Willy Wombats whippet to bark with fear

Aggie Platt’s radio blares, she coos a...

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I really tried to capture a mother's grief. I have never been there so maybe I haven't done it too well. Just imagining that loss was so awful.

A home without Maisie

all tattered and torn.

The creaking sad loneliness

and loss of first born.

No tinkle of laughter

the walls closing in

waiting for news

my nerves paper thin.

The days...

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Blackpool sands 1977.

Sitting on a plaid rug,

we all ate sand splashed triangles

filled with pink, shrimp paste.

Blackpool.Heaven. The jingly

carousels with the golden horses.

Melt in your mouth candy floss

Like a stick of giant cotton wool.

Depressed, dejected donkeys,

Walking up and down the beach

Like crest fallen soldiers.

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The ladybird.A spotty dotty domino with legs.

Munching on a piece of green privet.

I bet his teeth are teeny, tiny , how long

will it take him to eat the leaf?

How does he drink? I bet he drinks raindrops.

I put my finger out to him and he likes me.

He creeps slowly onto my fingernail, with

legs like black cotton thread.

Then he suddenly goes dotty, f...

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Grandma’s cat is shiny and blackl

Like Gobblina the witches cat.

Cat stretches and lies around all

day in the sun which my Grandpa

says cracks flags. He is funny.

Cat’s eyes are yellow with a

Tiny black line that grows into

A circle if cat gets mad and she

Wags her tail, not friendly

like a dog, but to show she is nasty.

I watch her hid...

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Today I am going to be a fairy,

so I put on my sparkly dress, my crown

and I wave my wand, abracadabra, boozle

Cazoozle. My teddy is a frog now.

When I grow up I want to live in a pink castle.

I will marry a prince with yellow hair who

Wears pointy gold shoes and rides a black horse.

We will live happily ever after eating

candy canes all day an...

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I look at her in her denim flares and the

Canary yellow top that is bursting like a fat

Plump turkey ready for Christmas Day

I feel complete, my heart bursting with love.

She paints so the nursery skirting boards

Her paintbrush sweeping its white icing

Against wood that has seen better days

Her tongue stuck out in concentration.

I want to ...

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It was love at first march

His John Lennon looks and fight

for peace impressed me. Together

we marched our war sharing a banner,

combining our innocent hearts.

Opinions like crunchy solid pebbles

Beneath our naked hippy feet,

The sky was forever pink and rosy then.

He said I was the thinking mans crumpet

Oozing with warm buttery fun an...

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I wrote this poetry collection for uni and I chose a particular narrative thread. It follows the journey of a man and woman who meet, have a child and subsequently lose that child. I was inspired by The Adoption Papers by Jackie Kay, in terms of using different fonts for each character.  The fonts are as follows:

Arial: Mother

Calibri Itallic: Maisie

Courier: Father

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My sleek silhouette dances across the walls.

Tea lights casting a rose tinted hue that fills

the room with excitement and promise,

decadently indulgent like Turkish delight.

I spray my body with oil of Eastern origin,

skin prickling, awaiting the powerful seduction.

I stop and take stock of my bedroom that

is suddenly cast adrift on an adulterous sea.

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Listen to your mother.

Let me explain  what life will be like

if you marry a man that’s unworthy.

Who will make you lose your mind,

sell your soul and enforce you to abject misery.

When you first meet you will feel that nothing

unsavoury can be thrown upon the present time.

That your love is a sultry, slow movement

through symphonies, oper...

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The heatwave lured them:</p>
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Miniature poppies with spidery legs.</p>
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beneath the blistering heat.</p>
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Home, a moisture starved leaf.</p>
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A Swan Vestas matchbox,</p>
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air holes punched with a blunt pencil</p>
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they lose their breath as you fight for yours.</p>
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His grunting and groaning appals , excites&...

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