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November

Jaded atlas,a

Fragile hymn to the

Travellers lean and

Hungered mind,

Craving the softness

Of a U-Turn

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Alloa Harbour

Gulls shift and

Shatter earth

Broken plastic

Ties,

Ribald

Rabelaisan

Spokes back-

Pedal centuries

Bliss and

Tumble-dry

The tangled

Seaweed web

We wove from

The mirror-bed

Beneath the castles

Prows.

She flashes her

Flags in full glories

Raze,picture

Post-card fetish

Thumbed on the

Tourists rack,

Writhing clear

Of the myth-mans

Monied hands

A unicorn above

Us all,to pierce

The fanatics sky,

His compass steers

The petty ship

@Eleanor Antrobus

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Mirror

I have turned

A day,once,

Or twice,

And caught

A face in

The mirror,

A face so

Distant,brought

So near,

That all the

Frosted years

Have never

Passed.

I saw you as

You were,

Alive

Too love

And well.

That this

Mirror-image

Is out of date,

On that I’ll

Not dwell,

For you live on

Enough

In my face,

A double-edged

Bitter grace

@Eleanor Antrobus

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“With savage hawk grace,she awaited something other than female beauty to display”

@Eleanor Antrobus

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Dunnets Head May 2018

I would rather live in

The silence of my

Assurity,than the

Noise of my mistakes.

@Eleanor Antrobus

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Commuter Belt

Will I find you at the

Gate,fresh faced and

Well,or will we straggle

Through haunted

Hounds,loosing

Tickets.

Round hours stack

Up on the taxi meter,

Twitching to

Days that loosen

My hold on you

@Eleanor Antrobus