Thursday, 4 February 2010

re POEM 12

Another day

sifting shapes
shift

shifting
as if entering night’s half-open lips

shroud of emptied
effort and toil

foil

the passions which carved the day
until darkening skyline
presses city shadows

subdues... extends...
its shady length towards tomorrow

and

another day of crumpets buttered with bitty
marmalade,

another day filled with Wallace and Gromit
characters at work,

another day of ambitions drifting
like a mistress between the inky line
of today and tomorrow.

Catherine Mark

2 comments:

Gerry Boyd said...

Bravo, of course! Don't stop now! Loved these the ending set of lines, especially:

"another day of crumpets buttered with bitty marmalade".

Also:

"night’s half-open lips"

is a wonderful image.

Overall, though, the language is restrained and lovely.

JM said...

... And you keep on doing it: one poem a day! Just great, Catherine!