Hazel Buchan Cameron

My mother was a catwalk model before she married.
Afterwards she kept her elegant ways;
wore stiletto shoes with ease.
The gold and silver, six inch heels
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My father – ‘Big Duff’, strode ahead with hounds in line.
I scrambled on, always several steps behind.
He covered the ground at pace, narrow roads, stiles
and country miles of grassy fields; pausing only
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From virginity to fertility - it goes.
From blood to lust, innocence to trust,

we lose them all – they go.
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Fear of hunger?
Not at all.
I will not prostitute my soul
for a piece of bread
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They say they’re big fish
when all I see are smallfry
They say they’re a good catch
when I would throw them back
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We drive like tail enders on a party conga
in search of the Mecca of home furniture.
I buy a wardrobe from the bargain corner,
only to discover I must dismantle it myself,
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Aim to fail, you may fail well
it's better than succeeding badly.
Don't be content with mediocrity,
take a hit - be the one who never made it.
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This day will soon pass and what will be left?
Everything…

For what we celebrate in wine and song
cannot truly be spoken or known.
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