Day: Nov 27, 2016

My Crumpled Coat [poem]

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When on that hill, I hurled my worn-out body, broken,
to the floor, I heard a hollow sound of absent love
which mimicked curlews singing mournful over
moorland as they soared above me
tangentially jaggéd to my gaze
and I — alone as always
in my crumpled coat
(a strangled regent
dangling by a wire
wrapped around
my throat) —
will always smile,
break out my joy, for I have had those scars
since I was just a boy (and am still now,
today, though now with stubble on my face I chase
the dreams I harboured then) and wonder when
that curlew sound will cease (I long for peace).

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