The Spirit of Accord

Conjoined by circumstance, we were as twins,

collective fate upon respective dials;

you docked your pirate ship inside my lines

and blocked me with uncompromising sails.


To square the round we drew our swords to fight,

inflicting wrath on anchored minds with spears;

decisions ground with sharp wit edged with spite,

in altercation boxed the other’s ears.


In case you tried to sail I slung my stones,

and what I strove to build you ran to spoil;

you flared your nostrils, stamped upon my bones,

I danced on pins to pitch my burning oil.


You curdled coffee with your sour grapes,

my rancid comments rattled down our time;

but now you’re gone I miss our fierce debates,

it seems as though your voice was also mine.


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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

10 thoughts on “The Spirit of Accord”

  1. I don’t want to like this, I want to click the “I freaking love this poem” button!

    Julia, dear, brilliant! Please remember all us little people once you are (deservedly) famous for your incredible poetry.

  2. Horribly close to home for me this one Julia. Brilliantly well done. As the man said, remember us when you’re famous.
    BTW di you send a copy of Snailbeach, or did you decide against it?

    1. I think that is because the dilemma is very real to me – it is easy to run a way from stuff which is hard and potentially damaging, but maybe it is more useful to work through the challenge? Hmm.

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