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David Subacchi

CRAIGLAIS Man it was that gouged blue stone From your rugged slopes Taking it by horse drawn tram To build seawalls And adorn prominent buildings Leaving you wounded ; A hazard to those seeking Only to walk and climb. And … Continue reading

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SLOT MACHINE SATURDAY On a sixties, seaside Saturday crash of dodgems, sparking lights, smell of burning rubber, thrill of slot machines, penny falls, roll a coin and pinball in seafront arcades. Now no more the one armed bandits but the … Continue reading

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STRATA FLORIDA Teifi water flowed Through the valley Only two miles From its source So monks struggled To protect their land Against flooding Soft hands bruised By hard labour Diverting Afon Glasffrwd To reduce danger These same hands Steadily created … Continue reading

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INVISIBLE It’s been a while since I was here Since I was really here As opposed to just popping in For something to help With my homework Or to enhance an essay For college submissions I think it may take … Continue reading

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EVERY HUNGRY WOLF A rootless people Wandering aimlessly From bar To bargain shop Clinging to memories Of sporting heroes Reading of road accidents And petty crimes In the free papers Where money lenders Set out their stalls A lethargic people … Continue reading

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CROSSWORDS IN THE PUB We’re doing crosswords in the pub Because that’s what lovers do When they fall out of love Crosswords in the pub We don’t speak much anymore Except to discuss clues Because that’s what lovers do When … Continue reading

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MONDAY MORNING Monday morning Ivy forcing its fingers Between the bricks Of redundant sheds Rusting rails Strewn with teacups Mute as the train Makes a solemn entrance Sleek, electric, confident Gliding aloofly to a halt At the last platform We … Continue reading

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