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I hope you enjoy reading one of my recent poems.


Red and plastic ribbons
Falter in the suffocating breeze,
Glimpses of over-stacked tins,
Torn cardboard boxes,
Tight and high with rice and couscous.

The throat-clenching aroma of curry

The eye confused by alien vegetables with spiders legs roots
Spice, hot sauces, cat food and Baked Beans.

A shy nod of the head,
A quick glance,
Revealing learnt patience
In an impoverished world of prejudice.

Money placed on the neon sweet stuffed counter,
Warm smiles and a quiet transaction,
As the red and blue plastic ribbons whisper in the breeze.



Meet The Author...
Fiona Dunn
Author: Fiona Dunn
Who Am I?

My husband calls me his "mad, bonkers, beautiful Scottish wife". Well, I firmly believe that beauty is in 'the eye of the beholder' but he's probably right about the rest. I was born in the Highlands of Scotland and moved to London when I was sixteen. I utterly fell in love with London and spent most of my teenage years in clubs and pubs in Soho.

English at university beckoned and my love of the English language and literature were finely tuned by excellent tutors and I was a completely willing student. Afterwards, I taught for thirty years and it was a tremendous ball. I met inspiring teachers and students and felt privileged to give something to these kids' lives. I currently tutor excluded and fostered children.

Writing poetry is where my mind opens and the ideas and words play and gambol and take on their own life. I just pick up a pen or type on the lap-top. Becoming a newbie oap at fifty-five a couple of weeks ago has encouraged me to realise that those words need more of my time.

That's me.

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