Tag Archives: Didsbury

Didsbury Village, 4:38am

Posted on September 3, 2016 by Sketchword
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Didsbury Village, 4:38 AM – Take Three

Posted on September 19, 2015 by Sketchword

First performed at the Manky Poets night, Chorlton Library, 18/09/2015 Sleep quietly before dusk Desert streets of forgotten days Only birds chirp and chat Fully awake in invisible nests This is the time for distant souls To pause for a … Continue reading →

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Didsbury Village, 4:38 AM – Take Two

Posted on April 14, 2015 by Sketchword

Sleep quietly before dusk Desert streets of forgotten days Only birds still chirp and chat Fully awake in invisible nests This is the time for distant souls To pause a moment, and meet This is the time for daring moves … Continue reading →

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Dawn on Palatine Road – Take Two

Posted on February 27, 2015 by Sketchword

Dawn on Palatine road Taste of smoke And strong spirit Fending off My soul’s mist A friend leaves Another face Fading away Tomorrow Or even today We laughed We cried Stuck together For a while Against the merciless Cold of … Continue reading →

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Along a busy road

Posted on January 16, 2015 by Sketchword

Me ne andavo Per una strada trafficata Del villaggio di Didsbury Dibattendo Sullo stato delle mie Umane miserie Solo camminavo Colto da magone Alla prospettiva di una Travagliata battaglia Con i miei soliti Cattivi consiglieri Quand’ecco d’incanto Occhi curiosi e … Continue reading →

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Dawn on Palatine Road

Posted on June 15, 2014 by Sketchword

I walk alone again in this empty street, taste of smoke and good spirit fending off my soul’s mist. Another friend is leaving. Another face will fade away in no time tomorrow, or even today. We laughed, we cried, we … Continue reading →

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Didsbury Village, 4:38 AM

Posted on March 24, 2014 by Sketchword

Sleep quiet before dusk, Desert streets of forgotten days, Faithfully watched by trees of old Silent guardians of domestic peace. Branches above, silhouettes in dark Set against an alien sky Perform their role, skilled in art Naked characters of a … Continue reading →

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Fletcher Moss Gardens, Didsbury

Posted on July 8, 2012 by Sketchword

There is a hidden world here. It is a strange magic. I’m sitting on an old bench, and from this position I can see the walls delimiting the garden: this place is not large, after all. An airplane has chosen … Continue reading →

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The Art of Tea, Didsbury Village #2

Posted on June 16, 2012 by Sketchword

Her hair is like a raven, jet-black-dyed, and makes her complexion even paler than it already is. She’s dressed in black and gray, the sweater and the skirt artfully frayed. She wears boots too. She’s facing backwards, so I can’t … Continue reading →

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The Art of Tea, Didsbury Village #1

Posted on May 25, 2012 by Sketchword

A guy just sat at the table in front of me. He seems young, or at least he dresses as such: 27-30 years old, I think. I can only see his back, so I cannot be sure. I catch a … Continue reading →

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