Marilyn Redcoma George Biography
Born on a day, in a month, in a year
that equalises me to one,
not that I wander lonely
under the rising sun.
From the northern climes of London town
my birth cry lifted flocks,
attended primary and secondary modern
English was always my creative touch.
But alas I became too logical
thinking in ifs and thens,
computer code and mathematics became my exclusive friends.
So on clearing out the clutter
I read a verse of old,
and creativity rekindled my love
for poetry and prose.
Lily you silly Lily billy
Crying over burnt boiled eggs
Producing water for ducks
feathers that line the bouncing spread
...
When the reflection in the mirror
faded to black and the sirens in
the hills malaise-d, the windows
could not shut not quick, unlike
...
smokey rays filter through
the haze of a new day.
The brazen slaves of capitalist gain
...
Hello brother, my kin,
my morning star,
my protector of
my single life,
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