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	<title>Writing on the Wall</title>
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	<description>Words by Beverley Fry</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 10:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Ripples</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/66</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 10:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Five early morning swimmers
glide the pools liquorice lines.
Silky silent lane-sequencing
disturbed only by splash, dip, lift
and the pool-clock’s tick,
its second-hand red arrow marking time.
Blinking chlorine one glances up,
eyes focus, mind fixed on speed and future gold.
His lithe form shimmers below,
above smooth arms
graceful as a swans neck
divide water,
curved arcs that cut a torpedo channel.
His body on the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Angelus</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/65</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 13:19:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From down the slim field edge
their voices come.
Through the mean hedge,
yellow leaves
and slimy caterpillar stench,
to the quiet back-road where I stand
at rest straddling my bike.
A rhythmic chop-chop,
between picked up conversation
carried above lines of blunted necks.
Beyond are tight spaced round buds,
rolled out, full as roses in receding rows.
Short sentinels that regiment the moves
of two figures like [...]]]></description>
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		<title>October Haiku</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/64</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2010 09:16:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[
Geese call above wires.

Sun-ripens apples now picked,

I bake you your pie.

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		<title>Wedding Poem for Jamie and Beth.</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/60</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 15:32:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Read as waves break on the shore during their ceremony in York Harbour U.S.A.
5th September 2010
A regular Saturday
pub-banter is dull
Jamie’s beer somehow pallid
no colour no sun,
on screen more commercials
no action no fun.
It is then that he sees her
this vision in red
and loves lucid fire
sparks in him instead.
This rose of a woman
she blooms in his sight
brings [...]]]></description>
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		<title>This is today</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/57</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 13:39:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[
it’s mid-morning, a warm wind clings,
loosely fills and flaps the folded sunshades long lapels,
evasively hovers between mating butterflies,
then rises into a thronging twitter of new-flown
house-martins jetting in blue air.
By my open door sit three carriers
they burst with shrubs to be planted.
Radio 4 speaks ‘double-dip recession‘,
words and birdsong merge,
gloss on fruiting apples,
in shade a rhythmic flick [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A fruity weekend</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/55</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 08:58:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;..now in summer this single girl needs something to do, and a fruity weekend is a big temptation.
So here it is in photos and there&#8217;s still Sunday to come.
 
The birds left some cherries for me on my small tree.
Hugely abundant this year with its fat red beads.
Blackcurrants dangled grapelike as they fought for sun through [...]]]></description>
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		<title>London Weekend Saver</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/54</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 11:30:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s early.
Time to leave.
I go,
lay by your door an envelope,
sat shyly to one side and on the floor.
When you awake
you’ll  take note, read,
not see me as remote and
feel  glad, optimistic
and  not sad that I have gone.
You sleep on
pillows of affection left behind.
Our shared time;
cherry blossom.
Regents Park picnics and Pelicans.
The Queens Gallery collection
viewed at three,
with free [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Not Home</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/53</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 11:28:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We Jostle for space,
men in leathers
clutch children who sip coke,
and women shunt pushchairs.
We’re dull grey, among the stalls
array of weighty apple towers,
lemons, sunny exotics that glow pink,
and veg’ fresh dug  from dirt that day.
Still earthed and linked are
set with beans and greens
that gleam above the sizzled scent
of Borough Market beef
fried up along the lanes.
Under red [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Spring Fever</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/52</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2010 08:13:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Late Monday, I move my bed.
I wake, see from the window
straight ahead
a neighbours five bar gate.
Sun lights the cross bars,
lays  shadow kisses on the track.
Deep in shade is laurel waving green
and barns stand at the back.
Sunday I woke to wall.
head east and west my toes.
This new shift about
has made me guardian
of who comes and goes
from [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Room speak</title>
		<link>http://www.beverleyfry.co.uk/blog/archives/51</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2010 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rooms speak to you
when  turned around.
They say;
smoothing matted hair,
settling in their comfy chair,
 ‘ Ah, this is how I like to be,
those years bolt upright, were not me’.
Bedrooms  comment, ‘those clothes,
the ones you pile, never sort,
they’ve got the moth.’
They tut they cough,
‘not if not but - you’re just a slut.’
Rooms are honest though they pry.
You catch [...]]]></description>
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