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grubby grists of euphuistic prolixity

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

The Mollusc and the Pebble

Past mermaid's purse and bladderwrack
she sails in on the Easter tide
The oyster moon's night sky a-strew
with cloud and wind-flung bric-a-brac

Above her ghastly spectres glide,
bloodthirsty eyes and raucous hue
The shingles save her from attack
below the pier's dark underside

Safe anchorage just out of view
amongst the gravelled grey and black
With cobble'd consort by her side
she stays and makes her home anew


They lived their life clasped back to back
And when the fragile molusc died
her pebble's flint heart split in two
As sand they joined the living brack

Monday, 13 June 2011

Rain Drop

The shivering of lustrous skin
to grace the softness swelled

A globe of luminosity
from teeming heights compelled

Now limpid pool suspended
Now mother earth's intended

against her soporific glow
the rushing wind
brings tarmac's


Oh tiny perfect circle
see your glassy wall revolve

Hear your winded volley echo
then into black dissolve

Sunday, 5 June 2011

Fair Sport

the dead-eyed stars with stones for guts
hunt refugees, and dispossessed
they silent march
through fields of flies...
who leave the road to lick their cuts
while children trudge on, ten abreast
ground down beneath
carnassial skies...
a lucky few escape the ruts
to find the earth, oblivion-blessed.
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