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Poetry

Seasonal Tides

By Helen Elliott   Pastel palette beach huts Sun-bleached on the Solent, pebbled sands, Awaiting summer’s curtain call The closing of her seasonal demands. On the morrow, they stand weary To greet autumn aurora with [… read more ]

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Poetry

The Next Station Is

By Richard Williams   Portsmouth and Southsea then Fratton and Hilsea, clattering over the creek to the points at Cosham west to Southampton, Salisbury and Cardiff, east to Brighton, north to Waterloo.   And you [… read more ]