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All this was Fields

Jayne Draycott

all this was fields then and the mental hospital

       lying under a guesswork of snow


she had the most beautiful eyes like green jewels

and a strange mouth dubious and dodgy

       next door they were adopted


when I think of the unmarried mothers' home

I think of snow and the long drive like a story

       you'll never know the ending of


it was all fields and something must have

       been planted there while we were away.

From Painted, Spoken no. 18, 2008

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