Country Lanes

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Mad Max offered me shares
Fifty-fifty in a gentlemens club -
I could
taste their wares - test their tits
was his opening roadside pitch... /


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Reading Circles

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Concentric - a new whirlpool-word
found in my father's
handed down encyclopedia .../


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Doggerland

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

When swamped Noah's Woods
have re-seeded above sea rises
When they have been reinstated
that connection .../


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#GreeneKingPubs

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

These pulling places are rammed by limp cocks and hard-to-hear voices by forty-year-old bent coppers and pitch-hoarse salesmen feasting on glimpses of wagged butts and – if lucky – being eye-felt back as unsteady rounds are re-summoned – until each wooden table holds it own glass city of empties and knock-backs All until that briefly-sweet...


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Those Other English

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a malaise among those English set sore by a too-shared saint and crosses – spoken of in footballers’ reedy voices at post-match interviews – post more losses – Now Being English is not quite enough for Pimms-pourers and pub-crawling bigots – Cuckolded Englanders distrust each and all – those past Offa’s Dyke and...


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White Gloves

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Words are not field-dug hoards or fragile relics – to be held offline in bound spines – for those educated and up-it classes to have – to hold in cotton gloves – then returned to turned keys – & slid back into rosewood cabinets – We will own our every word   Mike Bell Poetry...


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Quaecunque*

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

England now seethes
and demands the return
of old ways
in the face of the subtle
invasion
of the German-led nations .../


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This Brexit Summer

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Every upstairs window
was wide open
as if an exorcism
had violently willed
the throwing
of panes and drapes .../


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Any High Street

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It has become a confusion
of charity store drop offs -
butted to trim nail bars
and empty estate agents -
and now this English town
has a gaudy tanning shop .../


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Teatime

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In the Brexit Tea Shoppe

here stuffy and overheated ...


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