Returning to Work

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The dog was away with his eldest
so there was no scurry-to alarm
with her return after midnight .../


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Ratfucker

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It's better to be infamous
than never famous at all -
said the scuttling Ratfucker .../


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I Cannot Laugh Alone

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I cannot laugh - not here
under deeds-squared -
not set right by brick walls
or shared boundary lines .../


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The Orbital Road

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The bastard Surrey countryside
was our dawn-to-dusk playground
of rust-stained ditches - of new paths
set down through welly-trod crops .../


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The Decision Makers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I'm lost - Danny Boy -
in this town of my birth -
I'm being pulled apart
by others' decisions -
by the inflexible rulings
.../


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Early Morning at Abbey Mills, c.1928

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It must be an early summer
recollection
with the sun so high
on tin roof contours .../


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Our Arraignments

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Sometimes she lies unknown without a weathered headstone – his fingerprints have been struck off in rages ‘gainst Mytholmroyd’s son Ted was – just once – Daniel Hearing – not yet un-spelt by strangers’ chisels – no – they remove his Hughes adjunct as if they are pummelling his smug face And did he sever...


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My Arraignments

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Should I scratch my own existence off my wronged lovers’ lost graves – from my past – as if erasing myself – perhaps that’s the right thing to do My first marriage slunked like a low sea fret over Kemptown’s slippage of wet roads – it rolled onshore above the piled shingle – her washed...


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In Be’er Ya’akov

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We must use stage whispers
of the plight of Palestinians -
lest we upset the
status quo of seventy-one years .../


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#BlueMonday

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There will be -
they scream -
a quick rewrite of
the Good Friday
Agreement .../


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