POETRY CORNER: ‘Crowland’

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A Winter In Crowland (2008) by Nicholas Peart

 

pulsating hornet brew on growth mutations

around the stuck up stations

immense in time revered around the world

calling across the fine lines

separating the shielded divide

from the unruly philistines penetrated by the big eyed rays from Venus

settling debts on broken chimney tops

a stretch

unicorn and leprechaun dreams

on the psychedelic reel

of the next year of the horse in junction

with the insatiable beat

of the sound of hollow cries

defending the name

to go by then breaking their necks over

counter pleasures for real

really had to make the grain

in track to be when you let it out

scaling orange sunsets reflecting maggots

a plenty on hooks

to fry

and worthless degree of harm no crime

posing fatal marks

dripping red on polluted greens

something to tell your grandchildren to go by

and reassess what’s done

to predict impossible to say

get once you sterilzed

on every bit of bark

coming close to caving in

projectile promises airbrush

the scope of needs and well being

intact

diving through the combative

vertigo waving the sky

in time to the rhythm

perceived along stained riverbanks

to the holes of the crows counting rapid fire

and innovative skill burning white hot

waiting for the end to get nearer.

 

By Nicholas Peart

Taken from the poetry collection In Arctic Measure (poems 2004-7)

(All rights reserved)

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