Catherine Casey

There is a place
So close to me
And yet so far away.
It beckons out from
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The Pound that won The Lottery

Was minted in Japan.
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Rising at the darkest hour
When stars are gleaming bright.
Committed man with driving dower,
Left family tucked in tight.
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Marshmallows are coming!
Pink’s my favourite one.
Squashy little critters.
Are you ready for some fun?
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The photons are released.
The energy transferred.
Escape the fiery archetype.
From solar wind a word –
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A charging rhino came to town
It cost me three pounds twenty.
Alas the guarding daffodil
As stationary sentry.
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It’s not the smell of silicon
Or greenies on the floor,
Bottle tops and wrappers,
Discarded cigs and more.
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My prize possession toaster.
Four slots of stainless steel -
Gives rise to expectation.
My favourite all time meal.
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Many still look
Through habit up there,
Flat fifty-six,
Though Mary’s not there.
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Someone is born.
Someone has died.

Oh ho in a moment.
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A newborn cry,
A lump in the throat
And joyous excitement.
Our little feet is born.
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How gentle the sigh,
Of a babe in your arms.
How radiant the love
In your heart.
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The man with the teddy
Stood six feet four,
Testosterone filled,
Hard set jaw.
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Kings have their kingdoms
And men have their dreams.
Whales have the oceans
And eagles have wings.
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Stone Lady, Stone Lady.

Stone Lady with a jewelled heart,
Collecting dreams and wishes.
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We have our own plans.

This channel’s not for us.
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Some time ago in Henry Street
Just up from Pentland Rocks
Beside the rustic station
There stood a shop of clocks.
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A moment’s grace

When I was a child I saw the hands of the clock move.
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The migrating birds

Have a story of their own,
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Of course to keep things tidy
Body clean and mind rust free
But why the fuss of pompousness?
More ridicule – less me.
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