Stop all the clicks

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Stop all the clicks, cut off the internet, Prevent the right from barking on your feed, Silence the news and wireless hum Brexit announced, let the mourners come. Let Osborne circle, tweeting overhead Posting the message Cameron Is Dead, Put hands round the necks of Remaining love Let the riot police wear black cotton gloves. ...


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Drunk Moth

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A moth fell
into my wine glass
pulling strokes
on the red tension
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Independence Day

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I wake upon
a tiny isle

and eye the rise
of right-wing tides
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Scale

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That never-made aircraft,
I vowed to complete,

is left high up,
beyond your reach
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The Crocodile

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That occasional sighting
of high-visibility
stepping down
the High Street
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Sailing By

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I no longer sleep
in one place

not 'til late
on our half wed-bed
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With Rough Landings to Come

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is a stone's throw
from the cliff edge
tossed to a spitting seascape
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Icarus Returns

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I flew over
our earth,
on the same day
as Mr. Peake
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Headaches

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

'One size only'
the hat display read

such an offer fills me
with consumerish-dread
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Annexe

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was in the cloakroom
aged five.....where I cried
not wanting to be there
...tearful.....in that mote-strung light


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