Miki Byrne Poems

We sat on the beach.
Backs tucked into hollows.
Scooped out of the peaked dunes.
The fire we had built flickered
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In the ditch the leaves were crisp and deep.
A layered accumulation.
Protected by the deep overhang of the hedge,
that curled like a matted wave over me.
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Circus Girls in the Street.

One girl stands reed- tall on spindly stilts,
bends her slender waist. Her face
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Clear Night.


Pinpricks in a velvet sky,
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Clouds.


Air-brushed wisps to mackerel bellied speckles.
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Club Ariel.1982.


In a darkened room
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Coastal Path.

A winding coastal cicatrice.
Grim grey asphalt, that scars
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Coincidence Spoiled Our Holiday.

It’s funny how the world is sometimes,
the little surprises it holds.
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Cold Snap.


A spell has been cast.
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Coming Out.

At the end of my long comfort;
wet suspending warmth, soft light pinking
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