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Water

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Water was everywhere. Running from over flowing gutters, streaming slick-like down brick walls and fences. The drains had given up long since, throwing back the water in fountains of protest. It pooled into puddles on saturated lawns. A gust of air sent a drum roll of droplets across the polytunnel. Be careful what you wish for, Granny used to say, you might just get it. Who had wished for rain for the garden, she wondered?


Submitted PP July ’17

Clown

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I begged you not to clown around.

You said it was impossible. “Clowning around is just who I am”, you said.

I laughed, and took the proffered balloons. How could I not?

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Fire and Water

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Wailing, roaring, burning and hissing, leaping shadows, reckless in his rage, he hurtled down.

Head Count

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Nothing more than a number.

Our individuality ignored, denied.

We are nothing to them.

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Mug

It’s tattooed across my forehead. You can’t see it. It’s in some special ink but it glows whenever he is around like the trails left by bees and ants near a tasty snack or a particularly fertile wildflower meadow. Invisible to the human eye, it sends out a clear message to him. “Come on here, she’s ripe to swallow your honeyed crap today; drop your best line and wait.” I fall for it every time.


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Friendship

The day they said we couldn’t be friends, I stood and argued for you, for us. No-one could tell me who I could or could not have as a friend, I’d said. I challenged them. Demanded reasons and defied their logic. I raged at them. I fought for you.


You chose a different path. To protect me, to save our friendship, you said. You denied me to them. You hid me, shrouded me in secrecy, made me invisible so that they would forget. But, they did not forget and I remain hidden, shadowed, not quite invisible, denied, but still your friend.

Unrequited

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“I think I am keener than you.”
She laughed but didn’t contradict.
Better he should think that
Than know the truth.
She couldn’t afford to offer a sliver of hope.
Much better for everyone
If he never found out
How keen she really was.

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