Tag Archives: Poetry

The old Briefcase unfolds more

I’ve found a folder with some choice pieces of work from school when I was 12.  This piece of descriptive writing was from an exam and I kept it because I was pleased it earned me 38 marks out of … Continue reading

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The old Briefcase unfolds

Under our bed, is a big, retro, leather briefcase.   It is passed it’s season of fashion and trend, well worn and has a story to tell.  So if you see it, please don’t laugh!  It was my Papa’s.  I’m … Continue reading

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The Rapunzel Tower

Stuck in the frustrating Rapunzel tower Going round and round over the same ground Fighting the interactions of a fractious mind I find I’ve found lost resolve But cannot solve the mystery Can’t bring it to pass Can’t make it … Continue reading

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The Girl with the Bulldog Bone

Like a bulldog with a bone With a bone, she won’t let go Shaking and worrying it Jaw firmly clenched Clenched not quenched Taking the fire with both fists She won’t let go A promise is promise Did Mary feel … Continue reading

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Profound Poem!

Just found a very profound poem made up by Ruthie when she was probably about 3.  It was amongst the old files on the old computer. Puzzle Pieces Two little blue ones lying on the floor I picked them up … Continue reading

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Behind the Lace Curtain

And this, My observation of another Who stands behind the lace curtain Looking out Looking in, we see you Just a shadow Occasionally, the corner lifts In the light we see your face An honest presentation It’s so nice to … Continue reading

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In Grief (Gleision Colliery)

History repeats Families impatient Captured without choice In tumult, but bound to hope Hoping for a vein of beauty in the bleak Hoping for courage in the grief Caught in the moment That says “Somewhere” There is still hope Waiting … Continue reading

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