Go
visit
back home, girl,
take some mind's ease,
touch again, spit drenched mauve cuckoo flowers,
smell meadow grass, eye cornflowers, true blue-
lay your heart wide
to old friends,
who know
you.
Susan Jones
Blog Archive
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2014
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April
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- To Beauty, A Prayer - Kathy Figueroa
- Still Only 62p A Litre - Stephen A. Roberts
- The Horses Are On The Track - Chris Hudson
- Can’t Complain - Diane Scantlebury
- The Knowing - Susan Jones
- A Very Short Journey - Marianna Pliakou
- Large Animal - John E Blaise
- Poem From The Hippie Days - Kathy Figueroa
- Beauteous Morn To See The Day - Chris Hudson
- Golgotha - Joan Raleigh
- Not Sad - Diane Scantlebury
- The Bones Of It - Susan Jones
- First Memory? - Stephen A. Roberts
- Sorry Peter, Paul and Mary - John E Blaise
- A Place of Pride - Janet
- Behind Bars - Chris Hudson
- Fighting Alligators - John Buchanan
- Never the Right Time - Diane Scantlebury
- To Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme - Janet
- Unlimited Resources - Rod Ferbrache
- A Different Road - Chris Hudson
- Contented Soul - Diane Scantlebury
- Ode To Free Verse - Stephen A. Roberts
- Rhymosaurus - Kathy Figueroa
- A Different Planet - Chris Hudson
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