Not quite sure about 'Swirl' at the end. Otherwise I like it.
Back to 'A Bridge too far' now.
Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
Lynx: Poetry from Bath .......... http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
On Mon, 27 Aug 2001, david.bircumshaw wrote:
> As it's quiet, here's a nice little ditty I've been playing with today, in
> between some new website building, and glancing at the Aussies expunging
> England in the final Test.
>
> Any thoughts? It's very early yet.
>
> And on a totally different subject, does anyone have any extended
> information about the Russian poet Gennady Aygy's (sp?) career - I've only
> ever seen a couple of his, from the Sixties I think, and I was intrigued.
>
> Best
>
> Dave (ditty below)
>
> ********
>
> Swirl
>
> I was lying there,
> like ham on a cold table,
> dead. Like somebody
> elsed.
>
> I drifted
> a ghostly hand
> through the skull's
> still catacombs.
>
> And felt the shock
> of no current, a stripped
> honeyless hive.
>
> Corpses,
> they say, sometimes
> sit up, sudden
> as a compass jab, in
> the mortuaries, it's
> gas, I remember,
> the stomach's does it.
>
> I must have been
> my memories
> hovering above
>
> an after-glow
> on the retina, rub
> your eyeballs
>
> the last imprint
> before dispersal.
>
> Swirl.
>
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