Tag: father
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Southside Childhood
When I was a kid, we used to jump into a bush We called it the bouncy bush, passing give a push To a pal I get eczema when I stress itches like thrush Skin blotches up one shade off ketchup I scrape away layers like Shliemann’s dynamite until the raw sheens The treasures of…
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Spiders Dreams
My father made a pleasure dome in some mad Victorian fervour He began with plants and stones until it extended further and further Beyond crude palisades of hearty piled stones Near a pansy-shored meander, where a spider makes his home. ‘Tween mossy stone and cloudy bank in a web of gossamer spun This spider sits…