Tom Harding

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It's hot today. i hold my hand
Against the yellow dry stone wall
And flicker the crumbling clay
Where the bees have been working.
...

More snow just when we were

looking to get on with our lives,
...

3.

In my loneliness
I retell myself what I know
that for instance there is a shark
in the North Atlantic
...

Sat just before noon drinking coffee on the step

I watched a bee maneuver himself into a small hole
...

The world has put itself to sleep
under new sheets
and for awhile we can allow ourselves
to forget a few things,
...

The wind in the trees wakes you,
crossing and uncrossing hands
against the wall.
In the corner the spider weaves in darkness
...

Look at the moon
skirting the window,
what's he looking for?
A glimpse of you perhaps
...

Who tucked the world under
new sheets while we slept?
How loving,
even the cars looks peaceful
...

You let go of mystery,
now without thinking about it
you know ghosts don't exist
and whatever else,
...

Tom Harding Biography

Tom Harding is a poet and illustrator based in Northampton, UK. My first collection of poetry, Night Work, is now available from Palewell Press. www.tomharding.net I am also the editor of the Northampton, UK poetry magazine Northampton Poetry Review.)

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Good Friday

It's hot today. i hold my hand
Against the yellow dry stone wall
And flicker the crumbling clay
Where the bees have been working.

I uphold the bent flowers
That have sunken under heat
And liberally water the geraniums,
Doing their best
To out shine the sun for me.

I befriend the birds with scraps of meat.
I cut back the leycsteria.
I sacrifice the dying morning glories
For the good of the plant.

I go about like some tender god
Nurturing the short avenue of my world.

The sun is shining for me.
Soon i will have to think about
How best to fix the bees.

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