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One True Instant (Free verse) by Dovina

Directly in front of me the one I call husband Our eyes meet for one true and necessary instant Then turning away as a stranger does back to his life’s recesses Those places I have not been and will never be invited The taut lean torso a silhouette in my doorway The sure hope of his shoulders standing inert

Stephen Robins 14-Oct-04/6:54 AM
Wilfred Owen was ruined for me by a bearded teacher whom in our third year (Really year 10? I didn't realise attending a Royal Grammar School meant you had the same form structure as Grange Hill) informed us all that Wilfred has a bum sexual who liked to receive it from Siegfried Sasson. Having recently reread Memoirs of Fox Hunting man I feel sure that Siegfried hunted both foxes and badgers but still like to believe that you don't have to be a massive homa to write good poetry.

By the way, did you see that your old physics teacher was such a dunce he had to sit his GCSE Maths? I hope you never told people you went to a "public school" whilst at college and instead pointed out you went to a fee paying grammar school.




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