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Nude art to prude art

Prose that arose

Verse and worse

For the wall in your hall

Fresh from the press

The start of the art

   
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Anger

It arrived on my doorstep
quite unannounced;
leaned on the bell for all it was worth.
I didn't ask it in
but it came anyway.
Seeping under sills,
between lines,
its presence unspoken
but my broken spirit heard it
and responded. Allowed it in.
Out?
Insistent and consistent
it crossed the threshold,
trampled on dampened heart.
I recognised it as something
not known before
and marvelled at its ancient newness.