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The village school. R.I.P.

A Poem by Beccy

Eight rows of ancient wooden desks,empty now, stood quiet in patient rank and file,scarred from initials cut with purposeful intentby ink stained fing..

Feed the birds

A Poem by Beccy

You would not treat so lightly a helpless little stray,a fledgling, small and fragile, got lost upon its way,you would not think to shut the door and ..

Of lollipops and Sundays

A Poem by Beccy

Sticky little hands and lips,unadorned with that to come,delighting in each moment spent though they be only lightly lent.Sticky little hands and lips..

Style over content

A Poem by Beccy

The meter,' said Peter, 'is paramountwhen perfecting and primping a poem,it should go with a flow, like - so la ti dowith rhapsodic refrains in a row...

Musings from my conservatory

A Poem by Beccy

By nature, I am an assiduous collector of books and trivia;sometimes I sift, sort the wheat from the chaff,but mostly, I just store, not so much as to..

Park benches.

A Poem by Beccy

A thousand miles away;perhaps in contemplationof the sonyou left behind, you are playing your guitar.Even above the gusted Novemberwind that chills to..

Prada comes before a fall.

A Poem by Beccy

"It's a bargain," she sighs,"I must have it, so sequinned,so shiny and brightbut for now, just for now,though I'm loath to admit,'tis a tad, just a ti..

And I would be a child again

A Poem by Beccy

When I was a child, I thought,thought not so deeply as tocause a sleepless nightand never deep enough toset the world from wrong to right.Enough it wa..

Nine lines

A Poem by Beccy

We are of time, uncounted.Formed by fragments of the wholeas we search for enlightenmentbetween each swiftly turning page. We are thin boned, moths ..

Hourglass

A Poem by Beccy

11pm, way past normalbedtime and my thoughtshang like clouds in a grey,unsettled sky;they are at once visible,yet amorphous, like thewispy tendrils of..