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Pest ...the rats nest and the dogs rest you,
the take
with your boots worn ledgered and tight.
Ankle sawn, ripped down to the bud
of a hare's view, of hounds in their night mare.
Hungers drugged in pot'skin boiling soothing stew...
We clear the woods...the fields are nought haugh
the draining ditches are clean and free
out from the noon and peacocks 'sun
(in from the cunt of the moon, a whole white calf
.. half life/death, a quarter of nail light
in hungover views)
the frail spring sun has pale comparison
in apple green
council estates
we cling to the hedges and cliffs
may-friend renew their roofs in paw ellubiance of moss
on a black foxes back.
We have no heather for sport.
nor long leather arms
or foresight when it is cold.
the take
with your boots worn ledgered and tight.
Ankle sawn, ripped down to the bud
of a hare's view, of hounds in their night mare.
Hungers drugged in pot'skin boiling soothing stew...
We clear the woods...the fields are nought haugh
the draining ditches are clean and free
out from the noon and peacocks 'sun
(in from the cunt of the moon, a whole white calf
.. half life/death, a quarter of nail light
in hungover views)
the frail spring sun has pale comparison
in apple green
council estates
we cling to the hedges and cliffs
may-friend renew their roofs in paw ellubiance of moss
on a black foxes back.
We have no heather for sport.
nor long leather arms
or foresight when it is cold.
Published 24th Feb 2021
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24th Feb 2021 4:56pm
I was struck with the usage of ledgered immediately. A hare's view of hounds in their nightmare is a stark and vivid metaphor of night terror. The use of color has a rapid fire visceral presence. The penultimate stanza is richly woven, stunning imagery, it has quite a feel of juxtaposition for me, a day and night in swift rotation, the simultaneous immortality and vulnerability of nature, of the living moment. The closing stanza has a sense of perhaps decadence about it, those shut away from the ruin we're making of the world. It is a pleasure to ponder your rich tapestry. This is my second read of the day, but I've been here reading and scrolling down to add observations for a while now. I feel like poetry at its best fires arrows into the dark and we follow the light trail before it vanishes, finding so much radiance in a glimpse. It's the perfect balance, a subtle light shined in a pinpoint. It's always a pleasure my friend. Been dealing with an injury, but pain gives our lives meaning, as much as joys.
Thanks Daniel. Sorry for not responding as much as I should. I like this a lot but needs work and time...why I posted on this profile with a little less attention.
I hope the pain is not too serious.
waiting for your next write big guy,,,hope you have something lined up soon.
Thanks again, always appreciated and encouraged.
I hope the pain is not too serious.
waiting for your next write big guy,,,hope you have something lined up soon.
Thanks again, always appreciated and encouraged.
24th Feb 2021 10:32pm
