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