Chris Shaw
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QuestionA Poem by Chris Shawhow many return tides over a lifetime of a local fisherman have licked cobbled stones clean on a slipway’s slippery incline wet now .. |
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Keep A Lid On ItA Poem by Chris Shawone day I too may be confined in this oak wood chest of ancestral treasure where the sepia rests with dust motes and old letters reveal a.. |
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RevelationA Poem by Chris Shaw(turning a negative into a positive) |
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Catkins QuiverA Poem by Chris Shaw(Abundant and lovely to see) |
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No Lamb TodayA Poem by Chris ShawEnglish garden mint in our herb border struggles in straggly seasonal neglect memories drift to mum’s Sunday lunches when a joint of Wels.. |
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Says The MuseA Poem by Chris Shaw(erratic she is ) |
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Ruby For UsA Poem by Chris Shawa date ringed in red on a February calendar fixed to an old kitchen wall saw the only snowfall of winter settle in hushed silence as a Liv.. |
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Nottingham KnockersA Poem by Chris Shaw(door to door sales) |
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DredgingA Poem by Chris Shawon a day when grief felt weighted like lead in walking shoes when there was no relief would you understand why those last few grains of cr.. |
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Like River GrassA Poem by Chris Shawbehold tall bold river grass as it sways in a westerly morning breakfast breeze moving with overhead cloud before its flexible backbone ret.. |
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