Bill Mitton

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Voices On The Edge Of The World (In Honour Of My Fellow Poets)

It is how we are and who we are
that we live out here on the edge
the ragged rim of the world
It’s the nature of our vice
This dark self imposed isolation

Yet the paradox in it shines bright
As the isolation bears heavy
upon our pale and brittle skin
for unless we share our souls
there is but dust in what we do

Each staking a separate claim
along the river of the golden muse
and each naked in hand and heart
bares the working of a soul
tasting the ice in the edges isolation

yet from each site along the rim
the voices of comfort ...

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The God Of Hedgehogs

I am the God of Hedgehogs
It’s a living, though quite small
Yet still within my mood swings
Hedgehogdoms rise or fall

The spikey skin was my idea
a nose man did the snout
its colour scheme, traditional
as were the ‘in’ and ‘out’

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