This crumpled sweet wrapper down the back
of your favourite sun-lounge chair,
this half scribbled recipe in the drawer
along with the neater ones there,
or this beautiful dress in the wardrobe
that I never saw you wear.
That last sweet wrapper,
that meal you can't cook,
that dress you'll never put on
endless reminders
stabbing my heart
now that you are gone.
Bryony de Lat
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- Watching From the Beach - Diane Scantlebury
- Suitcases - Richard Fleming
- Folk Law - Lyndon Queripel
- The Treehouse - Bryony de Lat
- Vestige - Ian Duquemin
- Keeper of the Flames - Katherine Svensson
- Tamerton Creek - Tony Bradley
- Temptation - John E Blaise
- Over - Trudie Shannon
- No Laughing Matter - Tony Bradley
- Dead Head (My Grain Or Yours) - Lyndon Queripel
- A Glasshouse - Peter Kenny
- The Missing Part Of Me - Ian Duquemin
- Harp - Diane Scantlebury
- Fragments Of You - Bryony de Lat
- Harvest (Cluster Bombs) - John Buchanan
- Refugee - Richard Fleming
- The Chain Ferry - Bryony de Lat
- Insomnia - Lyndon Queripel
- The Sark Folk Festival 2014 - James Willis
- Why? - Diane Scantlebury
- In Fear Of Me - Ian Duquemin
- Beyond - Shannon Shell
- The Companion - John Buchanan
- Repeatoire - Lyndon Queripel
- Somebody Missing - Bryony de Lat
- Reflecting On My Life - Jay Cee
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