This poem is taken from Stand 218, 16(2) May - June 2018.

Angela Croft Two Poems
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Water on board never comes to the boil,
the tea tastes foul, slops into my saucer.
Atlantic waves gush over the deck,
slap us sideways. Sun beds stacked in the rain.
I sit in my cabin. Watch a storm petrel fly
across the wind. Didn’t send you the postcard
until we reached Cadiz, saw life rush by
through the Camera Obscura.

Voyage Around my Kitchen

Lab rats have never been fed
burnt toast. Science
like weather-forecasting
is not always reliable
and unless you've got a state
of the art appliance,
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