Digging

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was never about being held
until it stopped
and then my redrafted scenes
were all that remained .../


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Out of the Woods

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The soil is dry and compacted
under the last threadbare fall

The laggard stream clogs
between the dropped branches .../


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Autumn Term

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They make the slow haul uphill
with their shop-branded bags
of untried school uniforms .../


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The Dog Walk

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I mistook a dropped box of Durex
and the discarded instructions
as a rarely spotted fag packet .../


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Your Photos

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A phone captured moment
of your recent childhood -
which I am guilty
of having forgotten .../


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Laid

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was as if there was no step
or soft seat that did not force
the deep stab and grip of pain
in his legs and flexed parts .../


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Murmur

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

On the rushed film set
we were re-hushed
for the recording
of a wide shot on B .../


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The Living Will

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My living will
must now be written -
whilst I command
my pen's direction .../


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Above the Weir

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The kayak wobbled
on the tamed river
as we paddled -
but out of time .../


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Into the Season

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We have yet to see
our exhaled breaths
as we avoid the burn
of the cold .../


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