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Transfixed (#2) (Free verse) by Christof

A broken spine of cloud above me Barely winds across the sky, A sky so clear that space can see us Like a speck upon an eyeball. What wind there is Wraps your clothes against you The long grass moulds you in its cup. How definite you seem As you lean across me cross-wise And lower your face, and the broken spine Is fixed somewhere above Kilburn. I think how this transfixion must look from space.

Nicholas Jones 27-Sep-02/3:20 AM
Interesting. The visual images are very strong. Lots of damage and brokenness. It makes me think of the poem that the guy writes in George Orwell's 'Keep the Aspidistra Flying' about wind and poplars.




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