Alison says of her poem:
> > It seems to me there's something wrong with the
> > lineation/prosody in the final stanza. Maybe a bit overwritten in those
> > final lines, but not sure, if I could get the rhythm right maybe I'd get
> > away with it.
I think so. I couldn't resist having a go at it - if you don't like
it, Alison, please ignore! I got a bit carried away, because I like
it so much.
Angel. How numb its shoulders are,
how they sag under the feathers
that pull it down to the dark rim
of a darkening earth. And when it lifts
its face from the burdened water,
its eyes gleam briefly
with a light that no light gives it -
not the blazing steel ships nor the
quiet moon nor even the orange
flare of a match. Its eyes gleam once,
cold with the agony of presence.
Janet
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Poems at Proximity:
http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
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