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Poetry on the picketline The Sacred Breakfast by Pete Godfrey

Muesli, blueberries, soya milk
five yards from the road
and traffic pounding.

Lacework of sun, woodsmoke,
an insect on the page,
the morning waking.

Raspberries in the hedgerow,
an oystercatcher’s squeal,
razor wire billowing

mile upon mile,
cartwheel of knives.
Warheads slip beneath the sea.

A driver hoots,
our sooted kettle,
easy steps on the muddy path.

Written during a stay at Faslane Peace Camp, close to the naval base on the Clyde that houses Trident nuclear missiles and submarines.

Poetry on the Picket Line is a squad of like-minded poets putting themselves about to read their work on picket lines, in the spirit of solidarity. Invitations to rallies etc. welcome, contact The new Poetry on the Picketline anthology is available at



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