Janus
A sudden cerulean trilby
landed on my head
telling of a broad plain
like summer. Remember?
Antecedent (so the blue
constable said)
to the shadows I unwrapped
believing myself meant
to like them. As if kittens.
But the shadows they talk ribbons
through the long Glamis
nights of Macbeth.
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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