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A Surprise in the Peninsula by Fleur Adcock | Poems Rethabile Likes

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A Surprise in the Peninsula by Fleur Adcock | Poems Rethabile Likes A Surprise in the Peninsula by Fleur Adcock When I came in that night I found the skin of a dog stretched flat and nailed upon my wall between the two windows. It seemed freshly killed – there was blood at the edges. Not my dog: I have never owned one, I rather dislike them. (Perhaps whoever did it knew that.) It was a light brown dog, with smooth hair; no head, but the tail still remained. On the flat surface of the pelt was branded the outline of the peninsula, singed in thick black strokes into the fur: a coarse map. The position ...

Approaching Acheron Passage From the Open Sea by Claire Beynon | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Approaching Acheron Passage From the Open Sea by Claire Beynon | Poems Rethabile Likes Approaching Acheron Passage From the Open Sea by Claire Beynon This is no trick of the light - the headlands are being carried away stone by rock by stone. Neither wind nor rain nor day nor night can deter these gulls: watch them soar and plummet, pick clean the coastline's bones. It's work and it's a game, their winged insistence their raucous reclamation. Poet: @ClaireBeynon Online: @Icelines Book(s): @NZAuthors ...

Gaza by Bill Manhire | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Gaza by Bill Manhire | Poems Rethabile Likes Gaza by Bill Manhire The dead boy tries to open his eyes. He wants to see the world he is leaving. But there is nothing to see here, nothing and nothing, and anyway he is gone. His parents held him while he died but they are both dead, too. Or he held them, no one remembers. 🎧 Listen to Bill Manhire read "Gaza" Your browser does not support the audio element. Poet: @BillManhire Online: @BestNewZealandPoems Book(s): @ThriftBooks ...

Sacred Days by Kay McKenzie Cooke | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Sacred Days by Kay McKenzie Cooke | Poems Rethabile Likes Sacred Days by Kay McKenzie Cooke How I stalled, hiding inside my head, liking it there, cushioned. Being in the world as it was unfolding, with the sun shining neat on to footpaths, the rain's dribble on to hedges and patient mail-boxes, the smell of cooped-up budgies, the deep, warm bath nine o'clock at night, the creak of the passage; all things that cluster to form a town were bearable if the edges were woolly with fabrications. Rhododendrons and marigolds to soften front y...