Poems
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Hy/ide Park
By Luka LessonThe rose that grows from concrete
smells sweeter
than the roses in Hyde Park
I'm concrete from dirt -
Fragments towards a lament
By Margaret Westfor Jessica
(non troppo affectuoso)
A shroud of dew
A feather chaplet -
MUSIC ROOM
By Jessica L Wilkinsonfor Margaret West
unusual line-up
variant registers
room opened out -
No Man
By Luka LessonNo man can ever steal a
bird.
Take its wings.
Turn its beak into a boat -
TUESDAY NIGHT, 10:36PM, AND I WAS TIRED
By Jessica L WilkinsonTo view Jessica's poem, please click here.