the weather, today
overcast, with a high chance
of riots and rain
dark clouds, gathering
tall towers and tipping points
enemies within
cities, simmering
angry hearts of righteous men
burning for justice
behind closed doors, committees
talk damage limitation
© Gail Foster 16th June 2017
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autumn rainbows stripe
vegetable september
across bromham fields;
roundway island, hazed in mist
on a marrow orange sea
…
wiltshire sunbeams fall
gold on the cockle pickers
green fields, fishermen;
down fruit littered ditches glint
glitter strewn rivers of light
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© Gail Foster September 16th 2016
from my cupboard fall
all the stripey flimsy bright
things I used to wear
some dull dreary mourning tide
hath made me drab as ashes
© Gail Foster 2016
from the oubliette
far down in the lonely ground
the sound of weeping
out of sight, but not of mind
drown out the echoes with wine
by gail
narcissus, the pond
across the surface ripples
disillusionment
dead in the water, floating
not so koi now, bloated carp
by gail
fluttered by autumn
the leaves of my window tree
gave up summer’s ghost
and in one flickering cloud
fell simultaneously
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by gail
a tanka
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in the eye’s corner
fluttering in photographs
psychopomps gather
watching for the autumn’s fall
listening to poetry
*
by Gail
Pearls and Swine
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snuffling for truffles
scenting morsels of delight
delirious swine
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drowning in the oyster beds
drunk on mysterious wine
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by Gail
Thoughts on Public Transport
Pewsey Hills
mist of Vale rising
unclothing hills of ivory
revealing glory
Wroughton
Over
Wrought
On
The
Bus
The Train Cuckoo
In the Reserved seats,
elsewhere by fate diverted,
invisible men;
weather, lover’s bed or grave?
What cares the cuckoo for why?
by Gail
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