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(Winner of the Bundaberg Arts Festival Poetry Prize)
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- (my son, written before his birth).
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by Allan Todd, concerning the Battle of Maldon.
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From the waters of the Solent, 11 October, 1982.
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I find it strange that one as versed as you
In discontent, and having such small time
For poets, or the matter of their muse,
Would make it such an..
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The basic tenets of my faith
Remain, though time has blunted all
The finer points I once embraced
By casting doubts beyond my trawl.
For now a s..
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‘All curses on this pen,’
I see you think,
This dark intruder that demands
Its pint of ink;
It leaves harsh trails and seeks to
Imita..
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If life was only
Held at hand
To seize, let fall
Or pass us by,
With every day
Beyond recall,
We’d still remember,
You and I;
We&rsquo..
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There’s an old coast, an old coast
Bound by a wild sea,
Where I found myself, but travelled lost
For a year in every three;
Bitter the winds..
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(Winner of the Kernewek Lowender Poetry Competition)
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