Bits and pieces by Lois

A silly mistake…

A silly mistake led me back to this poem which I haven’t read since I was much much younger: Mushrooms Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving […]

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Bits and pieces by Lois

Grill

This extremely fancy and very old grill, measuring about 40cm by 60cm, maybe slightly smaller, is set into a very old wall in Bridgwater, just near the River Parrett. I’ve no idea what the building might have been; the grill looks as if it was put there for ventilation rather as a secure window so maybe this was an old warehouse […]

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Poems by Lois

Fall

Landscape With The Fall of Icarus According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the year was awake tingling near the edge of the sea concerned with itself sweating in the sun that melted the wings’ wax unsignificantly off the coast there was a […]

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