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Walberberg 2005: Whose English? |
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Spoons
We two sleeping like spoons,
under the bowl of moon,
gone soon, gone soon
quine and loon.
We two sleeping like spoons
Humming our silver tune
Deep doon, deep doon
quine and loon.
Rusted, the sleeping spoons,
Under the empty moon
Scrap soon, scrap soon
quine and loon.
George Square
My seventy seven year old father
Put his reading glasses on
To help my mother do the buttons
On the back of her dress.
‘What a pair the two of us are!'
my mother said, ‘Me with my sore wrist,
you with your bad eyes, your soft thumbs!'
And off they went, my two parents
To march against the war in Iraq,
Him with his plastic hips, her with her arthritis
To congregate at George Square where the banners
Waved at each other like old friends, flapping,
Where'd they'd met for so many marches over their years,
For peace on earth, for pity's sake, for peace, for peace.
Jackie Kay
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