Bob,

How excellent that the only type of virus we can give each other in this
domain is the electronic kind. As a frequent sufferer, get well soon,


Colin


----- Original Message -----
From: "Bob Cooper" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, January 16, 2004 1:42 PM
Subject: Re: Away From The Manger (new draft)


Hi Christina,
Canny! I like it!!
I'm thinking that head colds and dislexia might go together in my life...
I'm thinking that as I'm struggling to think through the penultimate line:
have the street markets or the I that's got the hay and carrots? Is it the I
that's scouring With the carrots(?) and the hay? My head feels too full of
mucus today to work out what's going on...
Bob
(splutter-splutter-cough-cough...)


>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Away From The Manger (new draft)
>Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2004 16:11:46 EST
>
>I've been working on this with Bob's comments on language in mind.  I don't
>think it addresses the problems Helen had but I'm not sure that I can at
>the
>moment.  I hope it's a bit better but who knows, eh?
>bw
>christina
>
>
>
> Away from the Manger
>
> I've lost pink Jesus, the cows and sheep.
> Fleas and lice thirsted in the straw
> so my swaddled child and his mum did a runner
> on Neddy, clinging to soft tufts to navigate
> the folds of a supermarket bag. His huge ears
> were always pricked; his hooves
> tough as hell on the stoniest ground.
>
> I don't miss Maryblue's plastic smile.
> Was she a virgin? Who cares?
> And babies are as babies are: wet, hungry
> or asleep. But who'll feed my Neddy?
> Who'll brush his belly and stroke him to sleep?
> I scour street markets with hay and carrots;
> from dusk to dawn I bray and bray.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> christina fletcher
>

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