A flag,

Potent symbol of a nation,

A link to the 18th and 19th centuries,

And the Ottoman Empire.

Red, to represent war and the survival of it,

A white crescent moon and a star,

Symbolising Osman I’s dream

Of a moon rising from the breast of a judge,

Whose daughter he wanted to marry.

When full, the moon descended into

Osman’s own chest,

A tree grew from his loins,

Lush, strong,

That covered the entire world,

And the world flourished in its shadow.

A red flag,

With a whIte crescent moon and a star,

Banner of the Ottoman Empire,

National flag of Turkey.

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A forest in the snow.

All in sight is vertical.

Black on white,

White on black.

With a low sun

Throwing vertical washes

Of colour,

Through the trees,

Highlighted

By the shadows. 

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The giant huntsman

Of Greek mythology.

Orion could walk on the waves

Because of his father, Poseidon. 

Killed by a scorpion,

The goddesses asked Zeus

To place him in the heavens.

So here he is,

Orion.

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Picture courtesy of NASA

The Cathedral

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Tightly furled,

Perfect package,

Like old-fashioned confectionery,

Hand-made rock, perhaps?

Cherry blossom,

And someone ready to taste!

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It had snowed,

All night,

Banks of it,

Fathoms deep,

So the world

Was forged anew,

And visitors

Came to my door.

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If I stand on tippy toes,



Dehydrated,

Frozen strawberries,

And slices of rhubarb,

A sprig of rosemary,

And lashings of soda water.

A refreshing summer drink.

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Need a lift?

Need a buzz?

Need to kick-start your day?

Need to raise your heartbeat?

Use espresso,

And not Nescafé!!

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