Matthew Wilson
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Water on StoneA Poem by Matthew WilsonThe world is made of many kinds of substance and words are the same. Some are fluid and can only undermine as a passive power like the constant lies .. |
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Autumn LeavesA Poem by Matthew WilsonA poem which celebrates the bittersweet falling away that is the ineluctable twilight of days, seasons and lives. |
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Your LipsA Poem by Matthew Wilson'Stolen' (hopefully) from Pablo Neruda’s ‘Your Hands’, a family favourite. |
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HurtlingA Poem by Matthew WilsonSimple, joyful metaphor of how Swallows dive down and then swoop upwards as they take off from their nests, where words are my air that give upwards t.. |
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