Harry Guest
lord john looks back
Lines written
to the
memory
of them.
Such grey moss
governs
the sundial,
numbers,
precision,
gone, mere
tracings, blurred,
who, when,
a kiss hung
in air,
a sweetness.
Dark casts
unbelief,
sense of
grim wonder.
Vestige
remains of
form to
tantalise -
name cut
the bark has
started
to misshape,
flowerbed
running wild
or the
footprint I
try my
returning
one by -
fossil hours
with no
meaning, the
texture
has changed past
recall.
Night now. Pace
the ground
turned frost-black
round me.
Star patterns
offer
only the
senseless
glitter of
distance
cold and lost
in the
sharp branches.
Bronze ghosts
departed,
all that
lent purpose
gone with
the magic,
nothing
but dead thoughts
staying
to comfort.
Walk back
alone now,
spell past,
woods empty.
Page(s) 123-124
magazine list
- Features
- zines
- 10th Muse
- 14
- Acumen
- Agenda
- Ambit
- Angel Exhaust
- ARTEMISpoetry
- Atlas
- Blithe Spirit
- Borderlines
- Brando's hat
- Brittle Star
- Candelabrum
- Cannon's Mouth, The
- Chroma
- Coffee House, The
- Dream Catcher
- Equinox
- Erbacce
- Fabric
- Fire
- Floating Bear, The
- French Literary Review, The
- Frogmore Papers, The
- Global Tapestry
- Grosseteste Review
- Homeless Diamonds
- Interpreter's House, The
- Iota
- Journal, The
- Lamport Court
- London Magazine, The
- Magma
- Matchbox
- Matter
- Modern Poetry in Translation
- Monkey Kettle
- Moodswing
- Neon Highway
- New Welsh Review
- North, The
- Oasis
- Obsessed with pipework
- Orbis
- Oxford Poetry
- Painted, spoken
- Paper, The
- Pen Pusher Magazine
- Poetry Cornwall
- Poetry London
- Poetry London (1951)
- Poetry Nation
- Poetry Review, The
- Poetry Salzburg Review
- Poetry Scotland
- Poetry Wales
- Private Tutor
- Purple Patch
- Quarto
- Rain Dog
- Reach Poetry
- Review, The
- Rialto, The
- Second Aeon
- Seventh Quarry, The
- Shearsman
- Smiths Knoll
- Smoke
- South
- Staple
- Strange Faeces
- Tabla Book of New Verse, The
- Thumbscrew
- Tolling Elves
- Ugly Tree, The
- Weyfarers
- Wolf, The
- Yellow Crane, The