Charlotte Peters Rock Poems

Talismanic pierrot, sitting, watching,
as the old man sits, considering.
Staring eyes, to urge him out.
Starry cheeks, give up new will.
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Eyes closed upon the table
Arms folded for the night
Considering a blurred space
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Lowryesque,
in a brown crombie,
swooping,
elegant,
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My mother wore Woolworth's perfume
Californian Poppy sweet and heavy
Soir de Paris heady in the afternoons

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Caradoc in his leaves looked down
And no-one saw Caradoc there
His tree - his eyrie in the air
Was gentle where he sat ‘to be'
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There used to be a thing
called ‘entertainment'
It cheered you up
or made you want to think
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Become a politician
Buy the vote - stick in the pin
Trotters in the trough and snout in swill
Late Lordling with ambition
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Through ocean foam
where high dunes wander
camels fearful striding slide
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Cymbals clashing, voices wailing loud,
send the frightened devils on their way,
welcoming the new year, for the crowd,
crowing with the rooster, as it crowed,
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Jade
Give me jade
White and yellow and palest green
Grey - rich green and spinach
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