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Poem of the Day -Junk Ship Sailing

Junk Ship Sailing

 

Clipped in spice coloured jars of crystal clear imagination

A bickering bleeding heart

A memory carved from indignation

A nation lost in blood and narrow minded alleyways

 

Crumbling biscuits in scalding tea

Just dealing with the residue

Stuck to a spade like concrete

 

Old relationships grate on the day

Spinning webs of revenge in plunging hemlines

A crisp wind breaks the party of trainee bath tub builders

An outdoors pastime

In huts of mud; trawling swamps for spent ideas

 

Roll the shoulder; to ease the pain

Crack the head like an egg on the ceiling

Until the lamp is broken

Before the dawn breaks the silence

Swim in unison

With the foam filled waves

 

November 22nd 2016

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2016

One thought on “Poem of the Day -Junk Ship Sailing

  1. Some of my favourite lines are:
    “bickering bleeding heart” because I am a sucker for alliteration.
    The comparison between crumbling biscuits in tea and concrete on a spade. Very visceral. Like it.
    “Crack the head like an egg on the ceiling.” Like this too. Very evocative image.

    I think the only flaw I can find in it is the first line, as it doesn’t establish the strong image the rest of the poem does. Even breaking it into more than one line might do the trick 🙂

    All in all, nice poem.

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