Risk shame to caution
while firebranded cyclones
swipe at feathered golems without hindrance,
not a care about satisying the endless hole.
A bedded breast, fast to sentiment
loses echoes which rebound off mourning stalls
and shatter like a thousand deaf tumours.
Oh faithful subtle joinery of bone!
Bond with muted names
as happy as ever lasting smiles
but beware the corpse beneath those matted tags,
those pretty bells to ring away birthdays....
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
Reading
'The Heron Ponds' is the 7th collection of poetry and short stories from Welsh poet, writer and blogger Steven Francis. Enjoy!
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.