Thursday, 23 April 2015

1 New Poem

As Ever
In those cascade washes, the coursing,
pulsing, alive with a thousand and two
of streamer-spark nights, our
country town sense of shameless
pride was given forever shape,

quite apart from our bookmark
scribbles, our half-ted knots of
teenage commitment flip-flapping
in the farmhouse breeze,
it was some grander thing,

carved of soapstone ambitions old,
left to dry bake in sterling silver
cast of engagement band expectations,
some guidepost gilding for the
open wounds of concrete, steel

we set up to stamp our names
in heaven-spent splendor over
the choral ring of ear in skipping
time, over the facade of wooden panel
faces to claim our in-born ambitions.

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