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dVerse Meet the Bar – What lies beneath?

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There is no telling what you will see
Lying in wait under the tree
Distracted by baubles, I have no mind
Of the type of present you will find
Here’s to hoping it will be
Something apt for you, from me!

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Slightly late to the party here, it’s time for Meet the Bar over on dVerse – the host in the lively and noisy pub (cos you know, poets reciting in all the corners!) is the lovely Björn.

He introduces us to a delightful Swedish custom of adding a simple rhyme verse to Christmas presents, which they open on Christmas Eve. He invites us to share our present poems with the rest of the bar.

Mine is, as ever, a little sideways, but also apt. My memory lets me down on occasion – doesn’t yours?

Please head on over to the dVerse poets pub – settle in, read, maybe join in? You’re always welcome!

The Bootlegger – Five Sentence Fiction

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He stole me.

He reached inside, breached the battlements, and stole me.

Took my heart, my body, my soul and stole me away.

Stole me away from here, from there, from then, from now.

I am his contraband.

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Here is my latest entry – in poetic form – into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this photo for our inspiration. Please do visit here to read the entries from other writers who love to keep it short too.

Atonement

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They say that full thickness burns are painless
though the epidermis never truly heals.
Tight scars engulf you –
if you’re lucky, you survive the onslaught.

Me, I look exactly as I was before,
so the immolation must have been minor,
or so others say.
Scratch beneath the surface
and you will reveal the echoes of what was said, or worse –
left unspoken.
The air still hangs heavy between us,
leaden, oily, ready to ignite.

Oh, we had a spark alright
but left uncontrolled
with no firebreak between us
inflagration was inevitable.

To all, to all, but us.