The angry ditch

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hedge

Thickety, prickly thorny ditch
You’ve been pruned for Spring.
You’re angry now,
Leafless branches pointing upright,
violated by a metal monster
with no regard for
your joints nor early buds.

The moss on your strong base tries to
passify you. Soft like velvet
sotto voce ‘You will have your day’
The ivy, dark and dry, winds
around you like a snake
‘I’ll give you life’

But no! ‘I’m a hedgerow! I will grow!’
There’s lots of rain and sun, you know.
You will grow and bud and thicken green
Hawthorn, Bramble and ramblers seen
in full life, gushing and lushing.
You will reign supreme in your beauty.

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Memories from my balcony

City noises wail
like distant winds.
A washing machine spins
ferociously somewhere.
Birds are chirping
in the warm air.
As the breeze takes up
and takes hold,
the clothes are edgier now.
They are dancing
more erratically
Flying, Flitting, Flatting
in the high air.
A siren bleats far away;
there is nothing for me to do
except close my eyes
and be, in my tower,
on my balcony
in the City.

Closing my eyes
to be back.
Honking buses
The metro vibrates
under me.
Sun burning
my arms and nose,
free of clothes and rain.
Angry barks and cries
A dog is left alone
Smoke wanders up
Lovers talk on the phone
A toilet flushes.
Living close together
in pens, in the tower
But nothing gives me
pleasure like being
on my balconyBlacony
in the City.

Shame

Hardened by the weather and attempts
to ignore the silent hysterical aversion in their eyes
darting in all directions to avoid seeing
his overgrown hair dribbling from nostrils and face
He shuffles past with his grub and filth in a plastic bag
Is it unreasonable to say hello?

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Elephant woman

Mother And Baby Elephant

Wading through the grasses
on her way to water,
gracefully composed steps
mountainous swaying
heavy, but solid.
Mammoth motions
balanced by her trunk,
measuring her movements,
she takes time to get
to her destination.
Baby playfully skips
around her ankles
tripping carelessly.
Flailing his useless trunk
in the air, he tumbles.
She picks him up and steadies him.
Her eyes, like pools, blink sagely.
She moves him on slowly
to the water.

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