Sally Evans Poems

From living colonies
a path to higher ground, ‭
‬a worn trail winds.‭
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By the four limes, boughs hoisted skywards
from bumpy boles, their suckers cut to ground,
huddled the snowdrops I had quit seeking
in stone-prisoned castle compounds.,
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4 (ii)
The cry went up: there; s someone here
from Television! Bend your ear,
ambitious slut and pushy guy,
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I ran away from him too many times,
through all the stages of delusion.
Now I have nothing but my singing rhymes.
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This is a parterre, ‭ ‬much larger
than what you think of as a‭ “‬knot, ‭”
‬smaller pattern of line and colour.‭
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I saw Mandela in the Strand
as near to me as you now stand,
in a Royal Visitor's car
with motorbikes on every hand
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He swung in through the unlocked door
into the winter colours of the house,
a small can of black fish on his arm,
a haddock and two patterned mackerel.
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Tinker, Windsor castle,
Tailor, Savile Row,
Soldier, head of regiment,
Sailor, Heave-ho.
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The Mouseman walks to the church
at the village axis, its pool
of garden, walled round dead,
bears rose and hawthorn, tended
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Among the dark trees these in autumn prime
rise under empty skies/Let colour leaven
the shadowed woods I wander through in time.
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