A new art blog begins on Sunday 1st March
WOMEN ON CANVAS
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cloudless spring night
a stone thrown into the pond
shatters the moon
struck by a small branch
the hedgehog retreats
into himself
at the foot clinic
embarrassment
an odd pair of socks
in the moonlight
the sycamore's shadow
above my bed
in the mirror shop
a dozen images
confirm my ageing
Sunday morning
my reflection follows me
round the boating pond
unconsecrated
the unmarked graves of paupers
concealed behind trees
three tin openers
lie mangled - defeated
by a can of soup
the old house empty
our tiny footprints still there
on the concrete path
on the common
two old men among the boys
flying their kites
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