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 Jun 2013 Kate
DieingEmbers
Even when I call you names

you still
love

Me
To Tansy and Molly my two faithful little doggies
 Jun 2013 Kate
DieingEmbers
I'd rather tear out my eyes

than
see you


leave.
 May 2013 Kate
Tessa F
I know why I let go.
You can't change my mind.
 May 2013 Kate
DieingEmbers
So slow the morning wakes...

stretching ancient limbs
to once more touch the sky

it's voice found in birdsong and in bark
in babbling brook and breeze

it's beauty seen in every scene and scenic view

life arising from death
as fallen tree breaks down and finds itself
once more a part of the forest

home to insect and grub

fertiliser to his fellow woodland giants

as once more morning breaks
with stretching ancient limbs

to once more touch the sky.
The oak or redwood and all between
 May 2013 Kate
Susan O'Reilly
He promised me ecstasy
I got sausage and chips
He promised me kisses twee
too short on my lips
He got down on one knee
couldn’t get up with his hips
he promised me he was free
my ear his girl clips
 May 2013 Kate
Tim Knight
A summer’s hand on bewildered torso chest,
her love: the best kept secret since their escape
to Brest that time in Spring,
Northwest France with its untamed waves lapping at the
hull of The Sea King in the harbour, half mast.

But with every try, harder than the last,
he did not respond to her see-through glass
appeals for an apology-
over two-hundred-and-seventy-minutes
wasted on the TGV back to Paris,
a holiday cut short by her wandering knees,
wide apart in another man’s apartment.

For money was passed in sweating palms
for a day’s encounter with her good looks and charms,
though the men never knew
about her man back at home,
designing the new tourist information
for a cheap weekend-stay in the heart of Rome.

What he bought to the marriage:
stability, safety, security and their baby.

What she bought to the marriage
mainly tears and daily anxiety.

But they both knew the complications
and the clauses of her contract,
agencies would delve deep into the contact’s history
to make sure they were legit,
but it never hid the fact that she had
intimate encounters in hotel honeymoon, champagne, new linen suites.
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