Floating
The taut freedom of my swimming costume
The choppy ocean swell
I share the water with fishes and rays
Floating on the reflection of the sun drenched sky
The water embraces me, the breeze strokes
I float in a bath of sunlight
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Amsterdam
Cold light glimmers from the canal
Scatters in leaded bar windows
Breath condenses
Laughter spills over
Waiting out the old year
In Amsterdam….
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Robin in the fig tree
What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?
My Robin has read Ted Hughes
He pulls worms fighting from the stiff soil
Terrorises chickens, birds a hundred times his size
Fights to the death for territory
He is now lurking in our small unproductive Fig tree
That leans awkwardly out of a fake ceramic tub
The pigeons by the pond look uneasy
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The Cheesesellers Wife 