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A hungry lover

Summer coloured our psyche

We languished in her

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226,989 people died in the UK during the Covid-19 pandemic

Here dead we lie, yet we could not envisage

That angry wall of memories in our loved ones’ hearts
Our lives to be sure were just simply the wreckage

From a feckless, entitled herd, partying apart

Dave Clinch (after AE Houseman)
June 2023

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Hundreds dead at sea
Coastguard lies deepen the pain

The drowned lie in shared rebuke

Dave Clinch
July 2023

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Paintings - Greek Tragedy Immigrant Lives

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I went for a walk yesterday with Paul (my other half) and spied wild strawberries by the path.  We hadn't noticed them at first but once one had appeared, there were more.  Bikes were whizzing past, nobody noticed except us and the birds.  We did leave some for them! (PS - pdf above keeps the intended shape of the poem.)

Wild Strawberries

Look,

move closer,

above the leaf litter

a flash of colour.

Way down low,

treasure

lies.

Rubies.

Tiny red jewels

sparkle, hidden beneath

purple ragged robin and

striped plantain leaves.

Perfectly ripe

gifts.

First,

a surprise.

Then the rest appear.

The veil draws back, reveals

red polka dots on a green

tapestry blanket.

Sweet and

soft.

We

pick alone

and share together.

Finds disappear whole

in one delicious motion.

None make it home.

The soft fruit of

Summer

sun.