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  • Feb 10
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Working with 12 artists now on the Illustrations for my next book....Benco  or Ben Collison....is one of them and some others people around here might have heard of are Paul Edwards and Tony Palmer (our Art Directors) Scarlett Daniels and Jason Buhagiar among others. It's fascinating to be part of such a venture and to see the story coming alive with depictions of all the greatest scenes. It's the first book I've done a) in collaboration with another poet  and b) purely written  in verse ...and it is also the only illustrated one so I am quite excited to see how it turns out.
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Petrified

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  Petrified by Dawn Sinclair Grey earth simmers, then heaves and bubbles like drab, hot soup. Sucking and spitting, odiously frothing. Terror grips my eyes Gnarled fingers poketrying to pierce the skin a pallid bubble of scum coats them with slick.   Tenaciously they prod,   penetrating the mass. Horror roots my feet Grotesque head thrusts up encrusted with thick slime which drapes and drips then slides inexorably to reveal gruesome features My breath hangs on fear Glutinous mire implodes, a deep squelching intake as the livid lava is sucked into the undertow of evil leaving the monster exposed Rigor f
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Haunted Ships

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Wrote some poems in my teens but this is one from my twenties....altogether I've been a poet for more than 45 years.....so you can see, this is a pretty ancient one for me. Still, it's possible it still has the power to inspire someone's brush. Haunted Ships by Dawn Sinclair Haunted Ships Silence presses in around me, shrouds me in its ghastly hue. Icy needles pierce the coldness, terror shields the door from view. Panic-struck, I scream in silence "Help!" lies frozen on my lips, then I watch them pass before me, shadowed wraiths of haunted ships No single ray of light to comfort, icy fingers rake my face. My do
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