Tag: prose poem
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A NEW KIND OF UTOPIA
Lockdown again.Office closed, furlough scheme extended.Legally I cannot do any work if I’ve been furloughed.Stay home, stay safe.Raining outside, and cold. Forget exercise.The freezer is stocked up and more food is being delivered straight to my door.Time for feet up, Netflix on, or maybe a good book.Couple of indulgent snacks and maybe a glass of…
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LAY ME DOWN HERE IN THE SHADE IN THIS SMALL HOLLOW IN THE GROUND
Lay me down here in the shade in this small hollow in the ground, Let the rush of the world pass me by, Lay me down and let me rest awhile, Take the weight off my shoulders for I can carry it no longer, Release my burden for I am too old to carry on,…
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SHE SELLS SEA SHELLS
She sells sea shells on the seashore. He crafts handmade furniture from driftwood he finds on the beach. The rich tourists throw them looks of disgust and wave them on. Occasionally one of them makes a sale. Enough to put food on the table and clothe their child. She dreams of the land across the…
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TICK-TOCK
‘Tick-tock, tick-tock,’ went the clock. ‘Time’s up! Time’s up!’ cried the People. ‘No more! No more!’ chanted the Poor. Save me! Save me!’ weeped the Earth. ‘Me Too! Me Too!’ screamed the Victims. Louder and louder the voices grew. Higher and higher the echos reached. Some of the Powerful fell on the sword of justice.…
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THE LAST VETERAN
Ebb and flow, waving goodbye, waving hello. So the sea goes, ceaselessly. Old feet on fresh sand. The water no longer running red. Memories crashing inside his head like waves on the shore. Creaking knees bend, arthritic hands dig into the ground. One old tear trickles down weathered skin. He will never visit again. He…
Iain Kelly 