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My new Moleskine

Is red and stiff

Far, far better

Than floppy and black.

Now perhaps

My verse will find

Renewed vigour

And attack.

But as I draft

A stunning line

I see the pigs

Fly overhead.....

Brian Hick May 2012

©Sally Hick 23.5.24

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I'm still not used to the floppy feel

Half expecting all the bits

I store in the back -

The tickets, receipts, out of date flyers

And a copy of Wordsworth's

Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey -

To fall out and get lost

Each time I need to write;

So I slip the band while holding the pages

Shut, until I am convinced

No passing breeze or judder of a train

Will whisk away

My carefully filed

Detritus.

Brian Hick November 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 19.12.23

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This Moleskine is soft covered.

Could that mean my poems

Might take a gentler tone

And rigid rhyme and meter

Give way to freer forms?

I'll need to wait

Six months or thereabouts

Before I know

If anything has changed.

Brian Hick November 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 15.12.23

 On the first page of a new Moleskine

I bought my first Molestkine today;

But have I anything to say

Or write upon its august pages

Home to intellects and sages

Far beyond my meagre verses

Doggerel rhymes, impotent curses

At a world that does not show

The slightest interest, or wish to know

That things that splutter from my pen;

But then, can you blame them when

Bookshops filled with new best-sellers

By Sportsmen, Cooks or Furtune Tellers

All knocked down at thre-for-two

Can out sell anything we do?

But as least this page is now complete

And I can stop - and write it out in neat!

Brian Hick 3.7.09

©copyright Sally Hick 24.6.22