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by Steve Tanham
Such beauty in your pristine edge Precision killer of my stroll When summer’s heat extends — And pant to unclad leg migrates In summer breeze that soothes the soul Exposing flesh to that which rends — No wrath to insects, bees or sheep Just to my naive naked limb From what beneath the ivy bends — ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
A game of twos? the sky God said And in the hallowed halls of stone With single ear we heard his jest And wondered where our twin had gone ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
by Steve Tanham
When worlds collide And you and I Can only reach To touch the sky To find, alas The sky Has Gone away To star in yet Another day Upon a stage so far away When worlds collide ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
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by Steve Tanham
I’m not really a ‘pub’ person. I love a glass of wine or three, and an occasional pint of beer; but I’m not a regular at our local pub. One of the reasons for that is, probably, that it’s a half hour walk away in this sodden part of Cumbria, and the journey usually involves a walk in total darkness to get home. Not … Read More The Fickle Finger
by Steve Tanham
Inky Black Beneath the vibrant greens A ghostly figure forms Half-seen Whose Inky blackness draws A face from long-forgotten dreams ©Copyright Stephen Tanham words and image 2015
by Steve Tanham
Serafina is sitting in the formal chair, I’m lazing on the old leather settee, which fits nicely under the angled overhang unavoidably created when the architect cunningly crafted the upper floor on to our former Lakeland bungalow. “Why irony?” she says. “Irony?” – I’m playing hard to get. As my portable shrink, she’s used to such tactics. “On the top of your personal WordPress … Read More Microfibre and tractor beams – a tale from the shrinking settee
Sun in Gemini 
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