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Sammy, Samson Small
in platinum and gold
a small treasure
on four furry feet,
the eldest too dignified
to run for sticks like
Angus McTavis..
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Closing wings of blue
morpho,
coloured skies tinged angel white,
flap, briefly, at end of day
before
dark clouds conceal you.
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Like a leaf waiting
to fall
out of her season; she sighs
- sees encircling buds
burst forth,
then drifts away on the breeze.
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(Raphael 1483 - 1520)
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This poem is a companion piece to Garden for the Homeless
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Waking,
Sleeping Beauty
lifted a wrinkled hand
to her white hair.
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‘Dear Goddess you who see clearly the secrets of a mother’s heart and the viciousness of brutal man, in everything I will follow you. Ev..
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Small birds flitter through her garden flowers.
and even flutter through her kitchen door.
Some rush in soaking from Spring showers
to splash dre..
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Come step back in time. You can purchase me,
for a while. Reflect how it must have been.
Once-upon-a-time, can be bought for just three
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Web’s eye
clear cut centre
of omniscient nerves
outstretched, embracing - - air
waiting.
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