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SMALL HOLDER

 

— “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”

― D.H. Lawrence,

Such a precise blooming of spring flowers,
sitting and thinking for hours and hours.
My great aunt owned land, married a German POW,
did what she had to do on Pickmere lake
and the old pear trees we robbed, all those cats,
I felt sorry for the mice and rats. Uncle Hans,
with his Westphalian accent and dirty, hard hands.

I had just about missed the time of the horse
even then, the diesel engine frightened the hens,
moments of quiet were so fully replete,
with undertones of my great grandparent's farming
along Doomsday lines. Now the lot's been sold off
for executive housing, as divorced from a Cheshire
mere as a Gazan child is from a 5-course meal.

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◄ L'après-midi d'vn favne - after Stéphane Mallarmé

The bridge of sighs ►

Comments

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 7th Mar 2024 10:37

Thank you John.
The evil being perpetrated in my name, as a British citizen, in various parts of the world, and in the UK, is filling me with overwhelming sadness, anger and frustration.

The annual trotting out by some clerics of: "He is risen!" will shortly take place...to which my answer is: "No He is not, you hypocrites, your complicit silence crucifies him again and again, through genocides, starvations and murders."
It's heartbreaking.
💔💔💔

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keith jeffries

Wed 6th Mar 2024 20:07

John,
A poem in story form until the last two lines where, as an artist with his brush, paints the final stroke. Reality is brutal, especially when people are reduced to starvation.
John, Thank you,
Keith

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