BogsPoem ending with a line by Tonnus OosterhoffRound the back of the Dining Hall,a redbrick block of them, opento the elements, unchangedsince my father.A better bet were the parents’.Absorbent paper, and because you had trekkedto get there, a modicumof privacy.Or, much later, the girls’.No one was allowed near these.Plus you had to know one.Nobody escaped from that time.‘Bogs’ is from Plymbridge by Anthony Wilson (Worple Press, 2026) — big tha…
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