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Calon

heart 3
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Inspired by Owen Sheers’ book Calon: A Journey to the Heart of Welsh Rugby
 
 

strange muscle
this carmine closed fist
vital percussionist
 

hollow metronome
caged in bleached-bone
xylophone
 

strong, pear-like pump
contracts
and yet succumbs
 

to the quick tear
the soft bruise
the bladed scrape
 

patched and pinned
slip-stitched
to an aching chest
 

untimely unrest
of arrhythmic pulse
steadying once more
 

to beat
++++beat
+++++++beat
 
 

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Waiting for Escher

Tessellation
 

you.
 

not yet mine
nor I yours.
 

possibilities
 

somersaulting
beneath vaulted ache.
 

congruent triangles
 

tumbling
wireless.
 

spangling
 

in stained glass
shafts.
 

tiles tilt
 

awaiting
tessellation.
 
 

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Me and Billy ~ Conversations over Cutlery


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tined forks taunt me from the drawer
as I scan spaces while scrambling eggs.
 

I cast aside papers full of yesterday’s events,
preferring instead to float between lines
++++++++++++++++++++++of Forgetfulness.
 

The black dog settles in her basket,
lulled by the scent of windowsill narcissi
wafting in on Eostre’s breath.
 

Though we no longer speak in spoons,
let us, just for today, sheathe our knives,
untangle our tongues and sit quietly together,
++++++++++++++++++++++enjoying our eggs.

 
 
 

~ Eostre is the Celtic goddess of rebirth, new beginnings and fertility and is seen as Spring personified.

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Chamber Music


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Blithe metronomic music box,
soft strains propelled by pulse beneath,
spring-driven motor rotates teeth,
 

steel pin-encrypted comb unlocks.
In time the rime-encrusted chimes
scrape, grate and grind the cogent cogs;
 

stalled core harmonic slips its sheath,
its metronomic music boxed.
 
 

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Embattled

So many fallen before us;
battle fatigued and ill-equipped
to face the enemy,


yet still we rise to fight,
after a sleepless night weighed down
by the mud and the shit and the stench of death

to eke out what is left of our meagre rations,
for tomorrow we march on empty stomachs.

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