it is always a treasure to find some forgotten notes, like the beginning of
a poem. I love the images this creates especially the second part. bw sally
>From: Arthur Seeley <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Notes
>Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2006 19:17:28 +0100
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>Notes found in the pocket of an old jacket
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>wind shakes the trees
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>hills grey under rain, beyond
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>the sun
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>laughter blooms
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>flutes
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>through the long grass
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>under the wall
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>gloom and raindrops:
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>stars amongst leaves
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>fungus
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>coats a dead twig
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>with vivid life
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>sparrows shuttle
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>weft warps of light
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>weave morning's coat
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>boulders of thunder
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>trundle
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>down corridors of sky
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>collared doves
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>hang like fruit
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>fill trees with throated moans
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>wind chimes
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>announce
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>enter the rain
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>sunlight bright
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>along the leaf-
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>her smile when I left.
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>splash of crocuses
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> an empty house
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>'Sold' flaps in the wind.
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> whirring wings
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> grouse clatters into air
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>my heart leaps in its cage.
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>kestrel unthreads a life,
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>murmurs of the morning
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>stilled.
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>Winter fades into the soil,
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>the smells of sweet rot
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>pervade.
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>continuum
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>magpies wreck
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>the corpse of Christmas
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>strip the pale cage
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>of bones
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>an orange digger
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>pecks at rafter- ribs
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>the old school
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>melts into lorries
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>by the post office
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>child unpeels sweets
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>green fingers
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>prise the Rec. apart
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