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Rich Hues Mar 2021
Palms cup
Mother-of-pearl
To the ***** laugh
Of a clean-limbed girl
Whose teeth are white
And lips as fresh
As lemon squeezed
On living flesh
Beneath a salmon sky
As the tide slides out
And as we wash them down
With velvet stout.
Rich Hues Mar 2021
That broken gait,                
That croo-
       Ked spine,
The insanity
We seek in rhyme
Is no poetic quest,                
          No Holy Grail
But a Quasimodic
               Fairy tale
And freedom from                     
The *******'s curse:
The ugly form
That is...
Blank verse.
A ditty about the dotty.
Rich Hues Dec 2020
A winter walk
In winter time,
Your fingers weave
And wind with mine,
A den of thieves,
As our hearts float,
In the pocket
Of my duffle
Coat.
Rich Hues Dec 2020
In a sea of scent
Beyond the reach
Of silver birch
And hornbeam beech,
Beneath a ragged patch
Of deep blue sky,
Adrift on a blanket
You and I.
Rich Hues Nov 2020
A Penthouse in the attic
And a boy in his teens,
Head bowed below rafters
And in unbuttoned jeans.
It's a dogeared edition,
Some twenty years old,
In which his mother,
Spreadeagle,
Is the centrefold.
Rich Hues Aug 2020
An
Ocean
Of
Passion,
A libido
Pelagic,
The
Wand
By
Her
Bed-
Side
Is
Poly-
Vinyl
And
Magic.
Rich Hues Jul 2020
Warning issued,
No one listened,
Beaming parents,
Newborn christened,
Caterers
And a marquee,
But they forgot
To invite
Me.

So...
Dragged behind,
Almost apt,
The baptismal gift,
Badly wrapped,
Turning circles
With that blackboard
Squeal...
An antiquated,
Spinning wheel.
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