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Close-Up of Durham Cathedral Sanctuary Knocker

Poem: Wiglaf

The last of us, my sleeping aged king, The last of us, and mine is hero’s work: Defending my expired kingdom, bound To wander weaponless beneath the kirk. Enshrined in splendour’s shadow, ravens caw And banquet on the scores of unburnt dead; O where’s the hand that guided us before, For whose heroic fame we […]


                                               I am the moon     but instead of the moon moon    I am a dirty mirror moon    A sticky toffee pudding moon   with forbidden decadence                         A painful moon with a painful moon heart                                                  and in pain          in cries      for new stars around me                 in desperation for my old […]