Verge

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

As if there was enough death
to recall at this time of year
there is another one to add
to the villagers' engraved lists..


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Soldier in a field

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He's back in the village,
but alone in a field
where football posts
& dog walkers stand..


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Wonder Years

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

No wonder our kids
look into their palms,
that well of distraction
in a real world of harm..


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Hate

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am shackled by sunrise..


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Endings

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It requires great art
to fool your partner,
separation will not
come easy to her..


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Deer Leaps

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

An odd mound
in the lay by
with three kids
stood beside it
and a man
on his knees..


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Sky lines

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Bared, here in the sky,
as if upturned, roots
inverted, then left,
a myriad of black veins..


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C-90

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I ask her, Alexa,
for Prefab Sprout,
as I sip my coffee,
dipping in a playlist..


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Bonfires

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They tripped the village
with explosions overhead,
tipped hip flasks, brimming,
and they smoked cigarettes..


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Butterfly

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I watched a butterfly die
after I had lifted it from
the laid-up timber store..


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