 |
 |
Nice one, dave. Edwin Muir somewhere in the backgound? Like the half-rhymes, and the Petrarchan structure. Robin ----- Original Message ----- From: "David Bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]> To: <[log in to unmask]> Sent: Monday, December 08, 2008 2:01 AM Subject: Unsonnet > There was sadness in the creatures, and blotched fur. > We considered the options of prods, probes, questions > but the droop of their eyes, ears and silence told > that we were the cause of their sorrow. How furry > > our nights had once been, what warm blankets > of together had once covered us, what intimacies > of teddy-bears and dolls had the world held > before the talk ceased to be imaginary > > and turned into financial reports, peer reviews, > collusions of hadrons, long trudges in the mud > of gossip, back-scratching, bad breath, prose. > > Once I woke from a dream of pot-plants screaming > as they died at their owners' hands: yet the creatures > remain, wrapped in their sadness, like shrouds. > > -- > David Bircumshaw > Website and A Chide's Alphabet > http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/ > The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html > Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk >