Diana Rosser Poems

It is bewitching this wild winter sky
that swirls livid coils past the window pane.
Rolling, twisting billows of grey that cry
to merge, blend, before spiralling again;
...

time wraps itself
warm as the Christmas coat
chosen for me
...

Packing up Christmas,
taping up memories.

A flock of green parakeets
...

She cut her teeth
on his broad shoulders,
honed them on his words.
...

Why should I cough myself up?
Spew myself out.
Spatter myself.

I cannot step inside you
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Sunlight seeps into the garden.
Soon it will be pushing
through winter
bursting into life.
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Nothing
weighs
heavily.
...

Sitting on the tube
looking length ways down
a moving carriage
boring through
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