by Jon Wilkins | Jun 21, 2018 | Poetry
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by Jon Wilkins | Jun 5, 2018 | Poetry
Its early May. The scent of coffee and Mint Tea hangs in the air. Tourists lost and found the Dom around the corner waiting. Colour is muted the weather too. Faces downcast though children laugh. Cyclists rushing fizzing hustling past my seat as I sip my latte and...
by Jon Wilkins | Jun 1, 2018 | Poetry
My mother died nine months ago my Dada thinks she’s asleep upstairs And wonders where his children are the ones who moved out years ago. He knows he lives here in this house, but wonders where his home is. On the hill I know, but when can I move in he asks? I know...
by Jon Wilkins | Mar 14, 2018 | Poetry
Sonnet to Ash Blonde Love Seriously, she had unbelievable Amounts of ash blonde Hair on her head. Balanced like A meringue but that sounds Rude and ugly but she wasn’t Either. She was beautiful her Ash blonde hair crown on angel Face with lips bright red and Twinkling...
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