Pete Crowther Poems

“Good evening, can I help you?
How is it going? How do you feel? ”

“I’m not well, I need a doctor,
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This girl I know has seen a poster for
a photographic competition
with prizes for the best three photographs.
Land transport is the theme —
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O Valentine, my love, will you be mine,
Become my loving sweetheart that we may
Entwine like twisting vine or eglantine,
More closely grow together every day?
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They say that when we die we live
In the minds of those we’ve left behind,
And it’s true—my mind is full of folk I knew.
Here they are as odd as ever,
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The sky has cleared, it is a duck-egg blue,
so still, so light, the clouds are few and white
like Royal Icing on a Christmas cake,
no wind, or very little. I watch my neighbour’s
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Like a young girl
Running barefoot
Across the dewy fields
And meadows,
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Last night in my dream
I saw Philip Larkin.
He was talking to the teller
at the bank—heads bent
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If I were twenty-one today,
I think I'd dance the night away.
I'd drink champagne and polish off
Half a bottle of the best Smirnoff.
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Lightly the leaves
shiver in the breeze
as it blows to and fro
a slender fine stem of bamboo
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Our little village that we call home
is not important, large or rich,
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