poem – Page 46 – don't confuse the narrator

work in progress

Although I understand that the UK weather was dreadful over the holidays, I’m not sure that it was really cold; certainly there are already signs of spring about. Of course we’re bound to get some real winter weather later, so I hope Nature has the good sense to be patient.

Chrysalis

Tight as apple pips,
 buds spiral around
a moss-supple stalk
 anticipating spring
when they will split  
and shake free
 tissue wings.

That’s a draft, and questions remain:
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autumn wings II

For years I have been sure that there’s a poem in the woodshed. Today, I seem to have found another fragment:

autumn wings

Speeding bus
startles
a flock of leaves
into flight

kisses

Skin against skin, we lie;
breathing each other’s breath
we slowly suffocate.

critical moments

For reasons that I won’t go into here, I have just spent the last two days writing a formal “critical review”. I can’t say I enjoyed the experience and I was delighted to take the opportunity to sneak out to watch a firework display last night. As the local secondhand book shop was having a late night opening, I decided to pop in on the way home and delay my return to my desk even longer.
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