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Mark Cooper
Born in Manchester, raised on the Isle of Man. Have lived in Belfast for last 11 years and love the place, the people, the craic. Writing poetry is release, of experiences, ideas and feelings: It is also escapism. Initial writing was precipitated by the birth of my first niece, and as a result a significant proportion of my poetry could be classified as childrens. Most recently, three poems appear in Speech Therapy (Issue 2), including 'Ladybirds Jewels' which earned me a place in the final of the Belfast Poetry Cup 2006 . A poem recounting the fortunes of a vagrant called ‘Fivedogs’ appears in Citizen32, and is my first magazine publication.
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Lunch at ³ÉÈË¿ìÊÖ by Mark
Cooper
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On woven matt I recline
Green tangle anchors lush pile
Fibres tipped blue, white, pink ragged
I smile
Tickled by draught
Through hazel and beech lace
I see my water meadow front garden
Reeds, grasses, buttercups jostle
Chaffinches call and wait for oat flake.
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