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John Brewster: Two poems

The first wings I made for Icarus I still have them. Take them out to air, run these knotted fingers through the curls of wood and twine. Let the little arms unfold, once a year, at sunrise. All children can … Continue reading

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John Brewster: Three poems

Three poems by John Brewster Snowdrops Mother pearls of earth, shy-stalked nuns at winter prayer, tears of polished milk. A Lark’s CV In one flowing dive I tip the green tremble and whisper of rushes, twirl over cornlight, brush by … Continue reading

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