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Poetry Corner: Rooks at Stonegate Station
BEN FAIRLIGHT A jolt, a dull clatter, and doors suck open Raucous caws with cold-fronted air honed High in the thin trees, where nine black frazzles Squabble over six twiggy…
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Moving Stillness (at Rye Harbour Discovery Centre) BEN FAIRLIGHT Heron and Egret pin the in-flowing shallows, Wait and watch for the right wiggle In water and ripple. Yellow-speared grey, black-spiked…
Poetry Corner: Hastings Woman
BEN FAIRLIGHT Our sea front is all curvy lines and flowing smiles, Rock-striped huts and hats that glint for miles Along sand and shingle and rainbow-dot dresses. And then, across…
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Cool Gang BEN FAIRLIGHT A surly gang of guys, well cool, Slinks along, hogs the prom – Seven youths with in-your-face faces Scuffing their trainers on the shingle spill. Inflated…