John Rickell Poems

Its been a long time sweetheart,
longer as days drag passed
I miss your voice and laughter
the gentle intercourse we share
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The wind, boisterous today
jostled trees and me
barged and bungled, bullied
no concern for the wood.
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I rose with nothing much in mind
Made no purchase for the day
Dressed in green, as yesterday
And slipped into the wood
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Who was this
in country clothes
suitable for most occasions?
green jacket, check shirt.
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Smells in the autumn wood
There are smells in the autumn wood
Jack can't resist, rabbits older, bolder
run across his path, ferns less dense
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Daylight dawned
through gossamer mists
awe struck birds silent
at the orange glow.
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Six hours to dark and humid night
reach for the rose, soft and nectar laden
kiss her petals hear whispered promises
suck sweet, slow and buried deep, unfold
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Six hours to dark and humid night
reach for the rose, soft and nectar laden
kiss her petals hear whispered promises
suck sweet, slow and buried deep, unfold
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The crabs are red today
tempting the blackbird
lashed by sudden rain;
they have no names,
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Pentrefoelas, pronounce it as you will
beside the road to Holyhead
a single arch across the Conwy
on the way to Ysbyty Ifan,
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