Chorus

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a constant rise
and fall of squabbles
between this variation
of rooks and songbirds ...


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A (Steam) Fair Diagnosis

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I noticed the tremor in his hand
which seemed to be driven
from his bone-high wrist ...


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Tractor Histories

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They were parked in two lines
but not quite furrow straight

We walked through the
static display of old tractors ...


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Echo

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He was moved down
to 'The Departure Lounge'
and we were reduced
to the daytime whispers
of his night duty shifts
as required ten years earlier ...


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Baht

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That exotic coin
which sits on the sill
has no value here -
a measure of nothing ..


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I, the Draughtsman

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

'The Irish have the greatest command
of the English language' Discuss
Some West Indian poets may disagree ...


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The Winchester Goose

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He would pay in cowry shells
and barter for love with time
as they exchanged such currency
the lies they laid made lines ...


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Of Time

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Our histories sit with us -
those unwelcome ghosts
We should not regret
their passing - that loss ...


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Side Effects

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My ugly bedfellow roused me
that itchy indolent whore

She gnawed at my naked nerve endings
breaking my sleep once more ...


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Only Being

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I convalesce under the counterpane
with the play of evening birdsong
and that blood rush roar of jets
lifting the propped sash higher ...


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