Tag: poet
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Did I summon you?
I have not seen you in a decade I stared at a picture of you this morning Then, on my way back from the shops, gazing At my feet in my way, you heying me from your bike Face of a stranger, how strange the world’s ways How the hidden sympathies intentions convey Bidding magnets…
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Smelling the past
Scent memory’s brother Indeed, smothering scent you send lends pensievity Teased at sense level, to ecstasy hastened A tickling feather zigzagging a wrist’s inners where a bracer strip fastens You are a pleasant nosegay Keyring, slipgate to memory place Vast unfixed estate Waging war against the state of myself.
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Album
Get this A night you went out More photographs thereof Than of entire centuries Before photography’s Invention.
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Lost holidays
Feasts to Saints whose names and graces we cannot say Time when day is not day but night lambent Star-tampered sky which Tamburlaine slept below enhancing To full lightness before the woad-pied day Suffering ecstatic vision A great division as at day’s erection, waters imprisoned Above and below, chthonic bodies and heavenly stow.
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Witches on the strand collecting ritual rudiment
Acrid smoke the witch’s alembic bubbling opal High prizing simulacrum, correlate with a victim On the beach before dawn in wintertime Hauling logs seaweed-spined several miles To the furthest skull-strewn span of deeded land. Visiting stars insistent, dead the hands who lit them Liminal vignette’s trippy nipple coloured sky, tides fried cerulean By insistent centrifugal…
Alchemisland 