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    [post_content] => We dance all night, or thereabouts,
And sing ourselves to sleep beside the pier.
The morning air, sea-chilled, invites us to
Remember how the music seemed so loud
And how the somewhat overbearing Prince of Thebes
Was floating round the room in skinny jeans.Fergus-Blair-Postcard-Front-550
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => Clare Pollard says: Fergus’ poem has a lovely music to it. At times it’s almost iambic pentameter, and words subtly echo off each-other – thereabout/so loud; Thebes/jeans. I particularly love the image of the ‘moaning air’ – it sounds almost like ‘morning’, but also suggests both a howling wind and the pain of a hangover! I like the idea of the ‘Prince of Thebes’ in his ‘skinny jeans’ too – it suggest that on summer evenings we create our own myths and stories which will be remembered and passed on.
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Postcard Poem from Brighton

Fergus Blair

We dance all night, or thereabouts,
And sing ourselves to sleep beside the pier.
The morning air, sea-chilled, invites us to
Remember how the music seemed so loud
And how the somewhat overbearing Prince of Thebes
Was floating round the room in skinny jeans.Fergus-Blair-Postcard-Front-550