Hawkers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Our frail back door sat double-locked as I did not want another invasion of pitched voices from passing-by knocking salesmen Her cheeping sister and clucking mother hammered loudly – an unhoped arrival – with hops inwards and trite explanations – Them: Some small gifts for the birthday girl! Me: Sorry – She’s at school They were...


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Warming

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Each bared upper branch is sunset-torched oxidised reddened by that last touch of low light off this third month’s fooling dusk A slumped red hour ending a widely-held disbelief of an unexpectedly warm day in March once marked by late snow but not by my fifth decade’s birth date now re-set by summer’s early incremates...


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Ah Wel-a-day!

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This is my fifty-fifth year of birth and on my over-rehearsed day there are fewer cards and family to mark my unintended arrival This is a turn of further mistakes made worse by another weight set around my neck – my huge bird which awaits blessings but such luxuries are not sent – not in...


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