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Autumn Poem

“restlessly, driven by leaves.”

after a line by Rilke

Leaf-sound/sea-sound/bird-sound/
shoved places of air –
pockets of autumn/natural languages.

*
The scuffed water/the swinging fruits/the ruffled gulls

                          – wind with its throat open.

*

The soaring cold barks at windows like a kept-out dog
whines through the small spaces/slows the old.

*
And in cold’s quiet undertow blood is not quite wide enough/blood
clotted on pavements rowanberry red.

*
My ear to the stone hard/hard
a murmur is coming/
a tremble of locked-up hooves.

*
Jackdaws and magpies land on the treetops.
The branches flap/they wave.
                          An old man looks up in his flat cap/
                          his mouth a shut wound.

*
Kolya, ghost-white
traipsing the ochre-cluttered gardens
                          and Milo, a shadow/
his guts thrust up to his chest.

*
Autumn/
the days loop-gusts tight to the bone
loose to the sky/the lifted holes.

            

From ‘A Wound’s Sound’, Oneiros Books, 2014. First published at ‘Poethead’.

A Wound's Sound

A Wound’s Sound

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