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Mark Grainger
Started sharing poems written in the coronavirus lockdown. Might carry on. Also a translator from German.
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Mark Grainger Jul 5
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Mark Grainger Jul 5
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Mark Grainger Jul 4
Replying to @LMBD1418
I thought you might like a historical dog. This is You-You, she was my great-grandparents'. 14/10 would go back in time and pet.
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Mark Grainger Jul 3
Replying to @IMcMillan @FaberBooks
I love that the rhymes are so perfect yet so unobtrusive I almost didn't notice them.
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Mark Grainger Jul 2
Replying to @KatyDerbyshire
Gets me every time! Glad I'm not the only one. Would love to know your least-worst solution. Something about imagination running riot works in some contexts.
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Mark Grainger Jul 2
Replying to @tressiemcphd
I've written a sonnet about this.
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Mark Grainger Jul 1
Replying to @bethfardell
I'm glad, thank you for saying so!
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Mark Grainger Jul 1
Replying to @PaulDragonwolf1
Thank you for doing it!
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Mark Grainger Jul 1
Thank you! 😃
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Mark Grainger Jul 1
Interested!
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Simon Zec: Poet Laureate, Steyning Jul 1
To celebrate becoming Poetry Editor of we are planning a Covid Chronicles Charity Collection All profits going to NHS charities We're looking for submissions from a diverse selection of poets Looking for submissions soon Please share and comment if interested Si
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Mark Grainger Jul 1
I dreamt I saw a fellow being captured in a stone. And even if he’s screaming, at least I’m not alone. And even if I'm dreaming, at least I'm not a stone.
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Mark Grainger Jun 30
Replying to @IMcMillan
Early stroll in the city. Building sites grumble like waking bears. At the riverside park, a sprinkler catches the sun and makes a rainbow, but the pot of gold is full of bottlecaps. Two men circle the pullup bars like gunslingers. Homeward, the building sites are at full throat.
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Mark Grainger Jun 30
Replying to @IMcMillan
Early stroll in the city. Building sites grumble like waking bears. At the riverside park, a sprinkler catches the sun and makes a rainbow, but the pot of gold is full of bottlecaps. Two men circle the pullup bars like gunslingers. Homeward, the building sites are at full throat.
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Mark Grainger Jun 30
Replying to @vegpedaller
Well done for avoiding any obvious rhymes for 'bankers'!
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Mark Grainger Jun 28
Replying to @IMcMillan
Yesterday's walk. Fields lie open and flat like books with cracked spines. Dog's pawprints paint a muddy constellation on the path between. A wood pigeon climbs into a tree on a ladder of air. Crowds of redcurrants whisper 'eat me'. If you do, the Germans call it 'mouth plunder'.
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Mark Grainger Jun 28
I haven't been a poet long, so I'm very pleased that something I wrote has provoked thought and interpretation! So I'll do the mysterious thing and leave it up to you 😉
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Mark Grainger Jun 28
Replying to @IMcMillan
Yesterday's walk. Fields lie open and flat like books with cracked spines. Dog's pawprints paint a muddy constellation on the path between. A wood pigeon climbs into a tree on a ladder of air. Crowds of redcurrants whisper 'eat me'. If you do, the Germans call it 'mouth plunder'.
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Mark Grainger Jun 27
My poem about ermine moths is featured alongside lots of other excellent poems about moths on a blog by for !
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Mark Grainger Jun 26
Replying to @PaulDragonwolf1
OK, on it!
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