David Coldwell Biography

What prehistoric beast are you pretending to be?
Sat there in your perfect isolation amongst the bull rush
and sodden earth.
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You, the North Star or Polaris;
always present, pinhole light that
inspired generations - anchored
without weight, mysteriously
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Who would have guessed that a small tree
could be so vicious. All day you had kicked
the new football back and forth against
the gable of the red brick terrace and
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Holding hands, we balance and hop
in silence through the long grass so as
not to wake the farm dogs.
The metal field gate resists my push
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