Ruth Stacey
Response

Apricot is the colour
of a setting ball of
flame, my beloved,
and the fruit

can be tasted this way:
follow the wet footprints
on the tiles, they spell out
your name –

come; ignore
the barred windows,
if you choose to leave me
I will let you jump.

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Feel What I’m Singing
Found Poem
By Laura Shovan
Inspiration piece

Someone asked me the other day,
they said, Etta, you know
you had a rollercoaster of a life.
But if I, if I didn’t have a rollercoaster
how would I, how would I know?
How would I be able to
sing about the things?
How would I be able to
feel what I’m singing about,
the ups and the downs,
the highs and the lows
And I love, I really do
I love the highs and the lows.
I think that’s put some fat on my head.

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