Category: Nicola Winborn Poetry
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of colt and balm (i)
pain troll weeping bridge blooms watching we are flood survived ***** long years all these returning home with chambers thronged ***** thought spent beration of girl kind water breaks to sodden ground ***** cherish self go gently for the heart is plain there are many ways to endure ***** loneliness father rue pine mother grief…
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anthology
winter love in a mist typo leaves – i am saint john’s wort happy ***** an aide for talk – topics of love death fashion class ***** administration on file – we gather in the place of flowers ***** a buttercup dream pollen bees and marsh marigolds – a buttercup cameo for a spring time…
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monday
silver love, dog eyes of gleaming stars, the sullied daylight is opaque – shine on old supermarket receipts ***** mildred pierce’s bread basket of sand, red and white cloth lined ***** emails sent, adoption support groups, celestial visions for the third eye ***** fresh blueberries writ in purple ink, a gathered garden of sepia sunflower…
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international trade
backs of lorries for more than a day life’s a breeze running on empty shop knocking ***** running away life’s fair it’s got me licked new boyfriend knock off latest landfill ***** dodgy shops postcards not sent press men and undressed a go nowhere bargain basement ***** food bank extraordinaire running the plot the tap…
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