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the stuff of nine

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the stuff of nine  (  enin fo ffuts eht  )

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seesaw, sun spun, speckle shepherd shrine

eggheads, eczma, easter's equals sign

panpipes, peasants, pitter patter pine

tent pegs, tumbles, turtles,turpentine

elfin english, elephants entwine

mrs. mizzle's missing marble mine

barnstorms, brambles, barnacles & brine

essauh eyeing emerald einstein

ra roars - rorschach - ripples realign


( says september - i'm the stuff of nine )

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a door of snorts

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a door of snorts  (  strons fo rood a  )

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a door of snorts, the hinges squeak

a misted tide of hide & sneak

the quills & hills of ups 'n' down

& tumble tongues of august's speak


a squawk 'n' spins within the fog

aurora yawns in analogue

a flap of cats, a thistle crown

a whisper in the hedge of hog


& yonder swan with legs of lead

with trad-anon within y' head

the pasture's plods beyond the town

as phantoms call with balls of thread


but still the leas, the snuff of glue

a trudge of fudge, a sodden dew

a morning in an evening gown

a vaulting vole, a loosened shrew


the shrouded clouds of bottles fly

& birds of blue's the mutant sky

the sun is spun, a burning frown

a dove above the dog & i


a song upon a hillock's peak

the wanders of a wonky week

the sea of green before the brown

a door of snorts, the hinges squeak

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( author notes )

yet more variations on a theme from last month

cheers for reading

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with y’ elf

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with y’ elf  (  fle ‘y htiw  )

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mumble with y' elf

squawk before the dawn

utter buttercups

nutters stalk the morn


stumble with y' elf

bumble with the bees

cackle cabbage fly

scry above the trees


whistle with y' elf

whip the wind of south

west the eastern north

source the river's mouth


mizzle with y' elf

drizzle drips of hymns

drum the beat of feet

rhythm spins the limbs


chuckle with y' elf

grin the green of noon

neath the woodland's beams

'til the blooming moon


blossoms of an eve

plod the what's & where's

village weasels spy

knives within their stares


stagger with y' elf

drain the brain of dross

on a cobbled lane

blather salad toss


wander with y' elf

in a coat of grey

chase the phantom crows

flap & float away

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those rose hips

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those rose hips  (  spih esor esoht  )

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a sip from a hip flask

a whiff of hibiscus


hippocrates hiccups

a hipster hypnosis


a ship in a haystack

& sing with the hinnies


as yonder a hippy

is hip-hip hooraying


a groan in the whipped bones

& hippodrome home so


with mud in the blood

& a chipped hippocampus


a hymn in the wingspan

a hippogriff flapping


the hunger of hippos

& oh, those rose hips

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hang the cliché

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hang the cliché  (  éhcilc  eht gnah  )

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snow, my sweet crab apple

of my hind's eyepatch


lo, the sunset is mould

but the bread smells of noses


& the hills are a hive

as my harp is aflame


& the turds sing a dove

off the lame hymn sheet


so the twat has nine lives

& the garden is dozy


like a squawk in the park

or a scab in the dark


in the blink of a pie

with a sink & a cod


i am frost in your thighs

like a rabbit

in your head lice


( ? )


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