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By Ivor Griffiths
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Sentimental reminiscence
drinks fears of photographed futures
attics in yellowed houses. Love
stories, kitchen noises upstairs,
cracked china plates white table legs
mistaken demands momentarily scar
steam scorched glazes and off white cameos.
A sequence of pink white blood
draining reddened branches bare
to face another world
with a mundane tender caress
of disciplined violence that saw man harm boy
right handed, flames and thumbnail splints,
indigo haematoma,
rage whitened face,
calmly defends an absence of grace
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