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Archive for January 8, 2013

That damned shout

BEFORE THE SHOUT by THOMAS MILNER

BEFORE THE SHOUT by THOMAS MILNER

THE  SHOUT

Breaks my concentration

My brush jerks

Sour clashing colours

Stab into the heart

Staggering loops down

Writhing streaks

Smear the clouds

Obscuring my notions

 

I slump at the margin

Of the brown river

Swirling and turgid

Tethered to scruples

 

I gaze back up-stream

Whence I came

Blue clear waters

Sparkling in the sun

 

I contemplate the spoiled image

That’s not what I meant

Not what I meant at all

That’s for the bin

That damned shout

AFTER by THOMAS MILNER

AFTER THE SHOUT by THOMAS MILNER

And yet after that

the sunset taken from the terrace

that very evening

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