Robbie Brereton Poems

Spring reminds one of,
Discarded leaves,
Rotting hats and
Banished coats.
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Mr Smee Mr Smee
it's me Mr Smee
today I'm Arthur
warrior King of the knights
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Fraying straps that secured his crumpled pack,
a dented bottle bleeding from the brim,
tan lines tattooed across his sweat soaked back,
the matted beard that used to define him.
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Old shutters receded into flaking brickwork,
ivy dripped from the window sill,
dribbling down the rich red,
rising only to sink again,
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A rabbit’s hole a landmine set to blow,
twigs are prodding bayonets that force “GO”.

Plastic bottles are mortar rounds fired,
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So off we went.
Diving into uncharted depths,
trampled by the cascading horses
shattering against your skin.
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Once more dear brothers
stumbling, bumbling into the fray,
mud splatters as shoulders clatter,
ripping limb from limb, racing to last play.
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Wrenching her away in a rustling of
leaves, he split her open, pouring a
stringy substance of suffocating excrement
into pale folds of skin, tarring flesh.
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There's a draft in this house.
It began as a whisper
uttered in the hall,
but now it's spread,
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Male ducks are called Drakes.
When will the bus be here?
It shouldn't be late. That's not right.
We need to press the button to make the driver stop
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