Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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It Wasn’t to Be

Long, long ago, in a galaxy far away, I sat on a bed in Barnes, south-west London, And there fell in love with a girl whose name I no longer remember. My love was profound. She was ghost white and heart-beautiful. I think perhaps she was French. Also 15. And liked girls.     Wynn Wheldon’s poems and reviews have appeared in Ambit, Iota and The Rialto, among many other […]

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