by Christopher Barnes
Winter. Mist-by-night winter. Mist-by-night
Dock in winter.
Shoeing the mist-by-night dock in winter. Lucian
Smoked shoeing the mist-by-night
Dock in winter. A blink
On Lucian as he smoked
Shoeing the mist-by-night dock
In winter. A blink from Gail’s eyes
On Lucian as he smoked
Shoeing the mist-by-night dock in winter. A blink
From Gail’s grey-cloud eyes
On Lucian as he smoked
Shoeing the mist-by-night
Dock in winter. A blink
From Gail’s grey-cloud eyes
On Lucian
As he smoked shoeing
The mist-by-night dock
In winter where foam-froth
Puckers the Ouse. In the indelible dream
A blink from Gail’s grey-cloud eyes
Skimmed Lucian as he smoked
Shoeing the mist-by-night dock
In winter
Where foam-froth puckers
The star-shimmered Ouse.
Christopher Barnes is a poet based in Newcastle.
#1 by Leah on November 10, 2010 - 5:04 pm
Repetition gives a haunted, ritualistic quality.