Perhaps it might be helpful at times if one prefaced poems posted to lists
with any relevant (one hopes) comments. This is an early draft (4th in fact)
of a new piece. I'm sure it needs extension and as yet does not fully convey
to the reader all its themes but I'd appreciate any comments.
Blur
I stepped out from Hamlet
onto a night-perched balcony
a washing line lolled empty
the tumble of a door lock
closing the pentameters
I tasted the sharp green fumes
pockmarked the moon swam
through the canyons of cloud
and the navigation of my head
*
O washing line lolling empty
mind numb null fool's muse jaw
waiting on keys, rests, closure
silence at pentameter's end
moon-eyed canyons drifting
as Hamlet dissolved in my head
the black tang of the green air
I nuzzled doubles, oxide, carbon
*
I stepped out of the pentatowers
to find my hands on my face
like a blind man's exploring
or someone making a cast
then looked up, my eyes adjusted
at the mirror that was moon
*
at which I stared too long
so that it began to blur
to ripple under water
*
if I could dare
climb the iron rails
a butt of stone snouted
as if into an audience of air
beyond the last pentameter
where I could reach out as far
if I could dare
*
drinking green moon line
washing stepped out loll
head Hamlet carbon heir
the door clothsed pentameter
the real swimming
in the navigations of cloud
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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