Via Sandford, 6 September, 2012

Sunday September 16, 2012 § Leave a comment


float the dreary bubble
abroad, gone are the singing reeds
         wind only, blatant in its

         drop a single halting pass
         where curlew held in the brink

     Sandford               the longing lights             spellbound
                                                                                 on the dusk

what failure ever goes unrecognised, untranscribed, how we know
      the tinny reverberations of our own undoing
                                                                    when we hear them

now the shank of steel        the wincing irons           lacklustre on the breeze

                               the bleeting shame
                               the rainless afternoon
                               the last office, lingered over

                               cold fire lost to the noon
                               asylum jinxed, finally



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