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Tag: Aftermath
January 5, 2017
time to open up…
…belated birthday cards
cautiously pessimistic
murmur down below…
Will there still be Fennel cakes & Indian ale for tea?
mauve creams & nice ointments salve
bruises aches lacerations
let us sing a daft song of sixpence
Baked in an Bean
Miser winds up radio
Widower haunts bungalow
Ghost of Xmas done
Sweet pea inside glum drum hums
My favourite things
Howls for hope & provenance
Thinks like ships in bottles
How did they get there?
Most of them sleepwalked
Others saw the writing
On the wall·
still do
mussed by brutal firelight
October 22, 2016
Howlin’ Wilf
Shake me up, Judy!
Blood strewn leaden legged Custer
Wanders round bemused
Last of the Mohicans
Serenades a Hunter’s Moon
July 31, 2016
After the Flood
Evensong
Dripped
spent cartridge
kaleidoscope
compound vivid fractures
small perfect green shamrock
blossoms thrive oddly
the earth smells brown
~
Laud’s Book of Common Prayer
Chimes like drafty field mice
Checking out the winter lodging
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Afterwards
By the round
Complexity
Profound squalid textures
Loom large acute strandscape
Suds weave osprey
The sea smells green
October 9, 2014
Wild Night
Look Ma, No land!
Outward bounding sounding.
Leap in the dark chart.
Trust me. Trust the boat.
Shiver me timbres, if you must.
Anchor me and I stop.
Mistreat me and you will suffer at your own hands.
Freedom is yours.
Sez whose army?
Smell cloved rind, take deep draughts of zestful Pomander.
Ambergris, musk, or civet – know not which
smell hangs round my neck.
To conceal?
Contenders include:
Old stale boxers, empty horses, prize-fighters,
ring rusted, knocked out, punch trunks.
No. Clean out last night.
Socks and slippers, forget me not when I forget thee.
Drongo alert.
Tweet, tweet, dive
Survived the ambush, another sell buy shooting:
left gazpacho kippers out flat, plumb tuckered,
gobbled up with occidental relish.
Post war: Daphnia, Delia, and Celia skip
a light fandango with Mandingo, leave him manacled,
popsickled, humbled: prone to pillage.
Pesky parishioners, villainous villagers, codpiece Carmellites,
how they muddled meddle,
wild hunters pass by like trappist hoodlums.
Silent but deadly
Past Full moon, Rowan hides it,
cloud gusts fade to wispers.
Hunters swoon with exertion,
rest in peace
on mauve nasturtiums.
Grimbeau 