Matthew Leggett Poems

Men haven’t got a sense of emotion,
They shrink from love like shadows from a flame,
They cannot give all of their devotion
To one heart, one face, or one name.
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The worn face slumbers behind cracked rims,
Breath rasps into broken lungs
And leaks back out in a wheeze. A moment seems
To hang like Old Spice, the grim
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Dusk settles, breathes beauty across the unfathomable sky,
Dissolves again to reveal the ever-changing constant of stars,
Their distance matched only by their closeness through my
Darkened window. The silent, unreflective mirror into which so many stares
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Sitting alone on Sarah’s bench –
For everyone who loves the countryside –
I imagine her next to me. When
She sat where I sit now, beside
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This chiselled jaw conceals my wrinkles,
Inside I rot. Do they know their luck
That they can drink, smoke, f***,
Without a thought? Whilst I’m in peril,
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