Justine Tennant Poems

As green turns to red
Our eyes fixed ahead

She stands on the kerb
...

Suspension of disbelief
Has never been my strong point
Always taking the literal meaning
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You're holding up a mirror
forcing me to look
little do you realise
I don't give a ****
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I listened

neck craned
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When I said that I read

Vita Sackville-West
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La femme Parisienne
was there too, again
her jaunty 'newsboy' cap
flicking through a copy of Granta
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I like the face
that looks back at me
we are allies
my reflection and me
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I typed “evening” into the search engine
“buy and sell evening on e bay”

it enticed me
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