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A Glint of Light
Anna Browning
Feb 11, 20231 min read
The Telephone
When I ring I bring The outside world Crashing In On subtle wires That penetrate The walls Of your fortress. You hold me At arm’s length,...
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Anna Browning
Feb 11, 20231 min read
The Candle
I am tallow, tapered, temporary. My meagre corona of light Throws a flickering shadow show of sin. Untrimmed, I gutter, and the night...
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Anna Browning
Feb 1, 20231 min read
The Ring
I give you back the ring you gave to me not an hour ago, the one you wanted me to have, twist it from my finger and pull free of it For...
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Anna Browning
Jan 28, 20231 min read
Could You Just?
Have you got a moment when you're not too busy if it's not too much bother it won't take a sec I'd be eternally grateful could you just?...
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Anna Browning
Jan 21, 20231 min read
Stability
Three points of contact with the pavement, The wide, white, solid wheels of my tricycle Had anchored me safely to the ground. From the...
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Anna Browning
Sep 17, 20221 min read
There Must Be Rain
There must be rain. For without it, there would be no Pattering on panes or Pouring from pantiles; No smell of petrichor From the...
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Anna Browning
Sep 11, 20227 min read
A letter to my father
Dear Dad You died last week. And although we were expecting it, it still came as a shock. There are so many things I want to talk to you...
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Anna Browning
Aug 21, 20223 min read
The Phoenix In The Library
The library clock ticked heavily. The upstairs reading room felt like a country church on a weekday afternoon: motes of dust drifted in...
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Anna Browning
Jul 17, 20221 min read
Loss
We had sat at your bedside, Fed you ice-cream and grapes, Your tongue searching out the moisture. Cooled your forehead with damp cloth,...
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Anna Browning
Jul 11, 20222 min read
Unexpected Item In The Bagging Area
Welcome. Please scan your loyalty card or an item to start: Bleep: tomatoes, red, ripened on the vine Bleep: little gem, farm fresh, two...
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Anna Browning
Jun 25, 20223 min read
The Chosen Few
It came in the air one drowsy summer, and they breathed it in unawares, like dust or pollen. Past billowing, frowzy curtains it rode the...
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Anna Browning
Jun 18, 20221 min read
On Hold
Thank you for calling, Your call is important to us, Please hold the line… The line stretches from here to eternity - Gossamer thin, I...
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Anna Browning
Jun 15, 20221 min read
Washing Line
Back garden bunting – from the carrots and beans across my father’s striped lawn past the tepee of heady sweet peas to the patio pots of...
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Anna Browning
Jun 13, 20222 min read
Lilacs - For Jonathan
It must have been May. the lilacs were in bloom - you pulled down a bough and snapped a bunch for each of us. Their heavy heads drooped...
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Anna Browning
Jun 11, 20222 min read
Letter to the PM
Considering duly that a prince's court Is like a common fountain, whence should flow Pure silver drops in general, but if 't chance Some...
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Anna Browning
Jun 10, 20221 min read
Covid
I misheard the word at first - Thought of jackdaws, rooks, magpies Circling overhead; Heard corona and thought of beer. Was glad when a...
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Anna Browning
Jun 2, 20221 min read
Vignette
Written in response to a challenge... Sun sparkles promise at the edges of the curtain. Draw them, and the day will flood in, sweeping...
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Anna Browning
May 29, 20227 min read
After The Fall
City It might be Christmas in a Dickensian novel the way the flakes fall and muffle the city. The way the water in the pipes has...
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Anna Browning
May 28, 20221 min read
Rhoda
You are on a beach somewhere Dressed to the nines in the 1930s. Your dress has a Chinese collar and your hair is curled Just so – like...
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Anna Browning
May 21, 20222 min read
Orford Ness
Our boat pushes against the tide to reach the Ness. We feel intrepid: Marco Polo, Dr Livingstone, Indiana Jones. We clutch our water...
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