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Clare Waters Poetry Blog: Slow Waking
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. In the deep dark of first morning. Plum purple for grass;. An oil-slick-black sea,. With mirrored-moon eyes glinting. As they open and close. On the undulating swell beneath. Your boat bobs and weaves,. Your hand in the water,. Slack halyards slap and slap,. As the pendulum swing of the boat lulls you. Head heavy, y. Sails down, you drift,. Not wanting ever to reach. The solid inevitability of land. Clare Waters - Poetess. A View From A Village.
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog: Lillies
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. The sounds of Summer hum. We hear the heaviness of perfumed breeze. And bees bestowing kisses. On our soft petal necks, our wrists,. The secret hidden place behind our ears. Iris, jasmine, rose,. Warm scents of spicy musk and bergamot. Abundant in our blooming,. We're radiant in pinks, yellows, golds,. With hints of star anise and orangeflower. This heavy curtain opens. Onto memories of gardens past. When God walked near. He walks among us, now.
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog: Lost and Found
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. Reluctant hands lag behind the hour. Recalcitrant arms beg for more. The nurse gently tugs at the bundle she won't let go. Mascara runs as he's prized away,. To be someone else's son. The hands of her clock dragged in this moment. For years her choice of lipstick is fixed after this,. Stuck in shades of Provocative Plum, Ruby Woo and Pretty Please. Shimmering centre stage,. The 'good times' a protective gloss;. Not ageing as she should.
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog: My Favourite Poets
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. A Levels" - I first heard this little gem at school - yes, last century. Now with three teenagers in the house and A Level / GCSE stress all over again, I keep thinking of it. Thanks. Those energy wrought children. Their limbs loaded into school desks. In the shadows they are fed. Algebra - Science - Syntax. Outside, the ignorant. Are laughing and playing. Christmas / Winter Favourites. Before the ice is in the pools,. Before the skaters go,.
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog: Unidentified Regret
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. You awake with a start,. Your heart rushing blood. To the drums in your ears. A dream half-remembered -. Let the chill in. While the ghouls on your landing. Lay traps, wrong-foot you,. False-treads, ghost-risers,. Bones jolt and clatter. On steps that aren't there. You reach out to clutch. What's beyond the stretch. The stench of a clown's breath,. Yellow teeth leering,. Repeats from your dreaming. The promise of fun. Before you can sink.
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog: The Garden
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. Veiled by muffled strain of radio song,. Water fall and garden breeze,. The silence softly speaks. Sensed in registers we cannot hear,. A high-pitched hum -. Fainter than an insect's buzz,. More hushed than meadow's crickets. Curtains dance on breath of Summer. The silver murmur of a TV screen,. Mute but still tuned in,. Whispers legends of a royal domain. Before our toil began. All knowing recedes to ether. You call to us in cool of day.
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog: Soft Landing
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. Each of us holds a corner. Can barely look the others in the eye. Flap-flapping of unfolding fabric. Summer wind finds voice in this white cotton,. Disturbs the air: we pull it taut,. Beneath the failing sky. Our soft-toed shuffling deafening in the silence,. We brace ourselves for the coming squall. A giant handkerchief. Collects our tears. A hint of rosemary shrouded in the weave. We look skywards as a speck appears. Clare Waters - Poetess.
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog: A Gentle Passing
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. You know the wind is changing, don't you? Did you feel that softest ever breeze? Perhaps you heard a little silver rustle,. Saw the quiver of the fragile early blossom on the cherry tree? Or was it the sudden subtle scent. Released into the delicate sky,. That recalled a million memories of her time with us,. Made you realise she had passed this way. This last day of Winter is full of sorrow,. But on the morrow, we will see.
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. The foundations are sunk deep. They cling to archaeology. Consent for fresh thinking denied. Application for the new, nullified. The status quo preserved. The solid. Unmoving structure remains despite. Its lack of merit. It blocks the light. Refuses to make way. Us all to ruin. Clare Waters - Poetess. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Clare Waters elsewhere on the web. The Guardian: poster poems - December.
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog: Seed
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Clare Waters Poetry Blog. Live Performances - and other news. At the end of the Summer. They bury me,. Deep in the dirt,. I hunker down in my. Under clay and peat. As the first frosts fall,. I tuck in deep -. Retreat into myself,. Breathe in the loam,. The warmth of the clod:. Dark molasses aroma,. Spiced earth sod,. Honey and ginger and orange zest. Feeding my core in this time of rest. I will lie here muted,. Muffled, blind,. Curbed in this hush,. Till the first green flash pierces the soil.
