*As if I were a ghost*
my thoughts tread the stairs
to you in that cold sleeping-room
auditioning alone
pillow-talk of radio
and snow-drifting dreams …
*
*wear to measure*
to know if a person is un/ balanced, bend down to
the heels/ of their shoes, take a close look
at how they place their feet
* *
Good Friday, 2008*
nearby some civic father's statue
hail bounced off windscreens and hunched backs
and on a solstice pageant Christ
to which the superstitious Bircumshaw
attached some significance, or maybe another
*
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
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