Anderby Creek

A blue sky with patchy clouds
Baroque clouds with curlicues
and flattish undersides
marching out to sea

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See, down below
a striped man walks the marsh
He could be Magwitch
a desperate escapee
clapped in invisible irons

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1. Hi Colin, I should visit Anderby Creek one day – it looks very like the Suffolk and Norfolk coastal villages, and I’d like to see it, while keeping an eye open for the striped man. But if and when my beloved Doreen gets through her current awful illness – and there are glimmers of hope today after three weeks in hospital (but we know that she’s not out of the wood yet) what I’d really like to do is whisk her off to Paris. That’s a pipe dream at the moment. A big thank you for sending me the poems; always uplifting. All best ::Peter

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