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Solstice Surrender
Light thrown, warmth sown. A transitory brilliance Sol seizes solstice crown Her chorus circles silence.
Jun 21
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Graeme McAllister
4
3
Sol Escort
Breezes balk, rain stills. Sky clean of dusty clouds. Sun chases shades from hills Sets a space for waiting crowds.
Jun 9
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Graeme McAllister
5
5
5
Summer Strings
Colours curl and ribbons writhe Their spirals close then open. Maypole strings bend and breathe Tendons tense and stiffen.
May 4
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Graeme McAllister
4
4
East Star
Setting moon dragged to the horizon. Time and gravity cling, rusted mildew Dragging purest light west and down. Oh guiding light, comfort pulled below.
Apr 5
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Graeme McAllister
1
Avril Idiots
The grey, the gold, plot, observe. But fools come garbed in yellow, Naïve, brave, step and swerve Cliff edges, gaping hollows.
Apr 1
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Graeme McAllister
4
1
2
The Civilising Sun
Long shadows smear the lands. Winter's fingers pinch the hours. Dark and cold tug tools from hands. Night bars eyes from fruit and flowers.
Mar 17
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Graeme McAllister
3
2
Cupid and the Queen
A swift spark slips the gate. Tricks ticking clocks, deceives the bell. Smallness slips past time and fate, The cherub’s charming spell.
Feb 14
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Graeme McAllister
3
1
Solstice Promises
Sun hides for many moons, Lethargic laps, sets, rises. Chilled cries and soft moans Wait for solstice promises.
Dec 21, 2025
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Graeme McAllister
4
3
Sleepers’ Shadows
Eyes droop like sullen skies.Wind times drifting heartbeats.Minds loosening their tiesFollowing the sun’s retreat.
Dec 5, 2025
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Graeme McAllister
4
2
Spore Eruption
Memories coalesce, law lapses. Ripe mulch erupts outside reason. Seed to stem, the map collapses Fungal fruits speaking treason.
Nov 17, 2025
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Graeme McAllister
15
9
3
Monarch, Architect, and Mason
Monarch, architect, and mason Descends on wire breath Onto silvered bastions. Filigree forest, web wreath.
Oct 26, 2025
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Graeme McAllister
2
2
The Gold Man
Slow September crawls the land, Leaves lose green, dry, thin. Glass hours throwing sand Grains clinging to the rim.
Oct 5, 2025
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Graeme McAllister
6
2
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