Late Out

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This dessicated path
is an off-white scar
under the moon's phase
of waxing gibbous .../


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Bottle

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here clear water springs
halfway up the hill -
forming a slow stream .../


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Ali

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This latest named storm
is as magnificently loud
as Seaford's raw shingle
when overturned by tides .../


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Appointments

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The back door
is pinned open
to let last night
leave the house .../


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You Said in the Car

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I would rather see
a benign dictatorship -
Democracy only offers
power to liars .../


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The Drawer

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Then they grow up
and are like us
and our inheritances
which we hid .../


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Quietus

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is now zero-two-twenty-two
and my sleep is distracted
by far too much thinking
about minor possibilities .../


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Last Day

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is the day after
the last red ball
and rain has found
the indentations .../


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The Boat

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

His boat had seen action in the East -
the reek of cooled sweat met him -
not yet mopped by long-damp cloths -
Never dried enough to work well .../


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Dew

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There has been no rain overnight
but the underfoot dew is enough
to darken both my boot toecaps
and to soak the dog's knotted hair .../


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