Into the Trees

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Under the trees we find the path -
that one we missed last time -
and climb above the flood plain
on which - five miles downstream -
fools build fifty-four homes .../


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Box Hedge

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I ran my dipped fingers
through unscented hedges
as I tried to leave the rings
of your invisible traces .../


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New Terms

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Whist you commuters
weary your lit ways
at ergonomic desks
and begging screens .../


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Sunday in Seaford

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There the sunburnt woman
sits alone - her cheeks inflated
and colouring to that near-pink
of shrimp-stained flamingos .../


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After a Party

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The wisest of the kids
had reset our house -
so that my scratch-forced
early morning ritual
of back-door-and-dog
was quite normal .../


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Turn Left

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I take the dipped fork
of near-identical width
but this left path is falling
and narrowed in breadth .../


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A Diversion on the Road to the Dead Sea

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We drove due east
past the concrete wall -
by the older stones
which marked the fall
.../


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Under Buxted House

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The gouged stream ran more loudly
than on our last slogged hike -
that rush was the first signpost
on this Sunday-worn path .../


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The Bared Craters

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here under the canopy are exploded craters
where fickle nature has fought a short war
pitting her one-sided strengths to uproot
in an onslaught against these ancient woods .../


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Meanings

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

For each life to have significance
it needs to be led by awareness

Do not stand off from others
like those diffident observers .../


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