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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 2d ago

Schrödinger’s Mouse Your love of my raspberries has resulted in this late evening walk in headtorch, to hedges of hazel and blackthorn ..read more
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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 1w ago

Yesterday’s Child The sun slit a knife through the womb-wet night and bled like an egg, like a budburst head: in the swell of the sweat ..read more
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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 1w ago

the cool air when breath strained and came in gasps the front door was opened dining chair set in place and throwing off offers of help he ..read more
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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 2w ago

Eclipse Lack of direction, Haphazard winds are seldom put to work The mast, the wind, the sail, the sailor are their medals, not ..read more
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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 2w ago

Today we celebrate the Maytree Press launch of The Ghost Hospital by Pauline Rowe. Described by 2019 T S Eliot shortlisted poet, Deryn ..read more
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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 3w ago

A poet’s prayer It isn’t much, Lord. I don’t ask for epics – Just a few fresh thoughts And words to go with them. Just let me ..read more
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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 3w ago

Mrs. Mac always seemed pregnant in flouncy, flowery smocks. I resented her sporadic stints as my teacher, with substitutes coming and ..read more
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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 1M ago

Of NothingnessI am holding two whole shillings of nothing, observing its heaviness, its uselessness.-Eavan Boland. Not for the first time ..read more
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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 1M ago

Swift Where have you gone You screaming wanderer? For all the summers of my life, You have briefly brightened the air With your joyous ..read more
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The Poetry Village by David Coldwell - 1M ago

Waters in a Broken Pot My only pot broke on the way to the stream And smashed smithereens of hope Seeping crumbled dreams Through the ..read more

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