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Tuesday Poem: ‘Penelope Dreaming’ by Helen Lowe + National Grammar Day

Penelope Dreaming He made this bed you know, crafted first from the aged olive, then joined to its hoary brother – its leaves still sing of winds no longer blowing; I feel it stir, murmur in that phantom breeze when … Continue reading

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