SUDDENLY

Suddenly you find yourself
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty space in a full bottle.

Vision is mere intention, to
Nurse ailing sun back to health
Sheath a mooned scintilla
Beside pocketful of poetry.

Fibrilla of solitary bereavement
Wreath words unbroken
Around any old oak tree, rooted,
Over cups, carpet, Christ statue, nailed.

This constant solicitude flaunts, in flame
Of gilded street light haze.
At night,
Suffocated by bird, black
Illuminate the skyline artillery
(in a silent news reel of the First World War).

First will be imagination interment
Then bones, holes in bones
So scavengers can flute.

Unearthed,
Blue cicada sings Elvis
‘Neath nerve-work of catacombs,
Suckling song to arid breast.
The awoken birds
Will not spare ribs,
Overlapping as piano wooden planks.

The man at 37 Sunset, Sea Road
Bemoans defeat on Yahoo chess
To a ghost from a communist country.
Puce spawn moves bloodied shirt
Diagonally from room to whom,
Love letters are never written.
Stars fall down his staircase
Laid out as dead brides.

Even though the summer blisters,
He prays to witness
Fox in the snow again.
Crystal paw prints to
Sequinned den, sequestered
From the human rabble.

Silent vigil at orangery pane.
Spectrum skein bends
Towards bedroom nave.
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At amber, I devil to dream,  
As traffic drips dripping, a tap
On the mouth from sandman
Vigil silently into slumber.....

oh, here comes a dream sequence.

A needle pricked seamstress, bored
Stitching buttons on ventriloquist lips.
Suddenly, she cross stitches the
River’ed Rubicon of red ribbons:
Durga and dragon’ed Owain Glyndŵr.

Indian jewel sewn into lining
Of my green winter coat,
This, my love,
Is mere hibernation.

Protection of grass blades
Hay bale bunkers, sinking into
Streams, whereupon, whence
A paper boat sails lightly
Slightly out of sight
Of hollowed horizons.

Low cut blouse of your twilight
Denim debris on moonlit floor.
We are dismantling the eaves
To find one love undisturbed
On estuarial attic ledges.

Amidst covid corpse
And humanity decay
We dream we are the fox and snow.
We will it.