Monday 17 June 2019

1 New Poem


Burned Up Bundle

It was spectacular, sleepwalk and briny,
when I came out to wire shores for
a light lick of morning’s air;
felt something grow across from
wavering smoke signs, pit fire
leavings that criss-cross skies
and leave a breathless swimming dark
beneath.

When I wane in grandeur,
placed in bow-breaking time from
our good days that left marks deep
in skin damage, then I became
more plastic, with rains drifting through.

If I made the effigy stake, was
well-thought and worthy, it wouldn’t
have been so close to lifetime’s
defeat; still, too cold for all
that we were, just signals passing on
scrap ice and plated mineral.

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