I like this poem, but I confess I am puzzled by the form. It almost reads
like a villanelle and then again almost like a pantoum. But I don't know. I
think "night" would fit more smoothly where you have used the word "spite."
Good poem!
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> Curtains
>
> Tear back the curtains,
> roll up the blinds,
> let in the light:
> there'll be precious little soon.
>
> Let in the light
> beneath the roller and the roman;
> there's only a little now:
> leaves rattle in the drains.
>
> Roll down the blinds,
> time's shadow drowns the sun,
> leaden evenings edged with spite.
> Quick, close the curtains.
>
> There'll be precious little then
> under cataracts of cloud
> to keep out the cold,
> face down the orange moon.
>
> chrisbousfield October 2002 >>
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