old cold fields

[ryandyson]

kimberly
out on the frosty old cold fields
serious as worship
for a sunday shepherd flocked
by white mists
rolling up the valley
seas adrift

an extremity of limestone
a belt of rocky ridges
cleave open an erosion valley
north and south, between which
I see a lion ship

ghosts burning in industry on the hill
survey the factories
at 5am
from the old cold field

if they are heaving lungs of industry
I might well bow -
straining

the arriving stations so early imposes
a monday and an office
for a man transfixed in transcript
white shirt short shrift

death-capped worldviews
the usual
reserve

a land fresh as clean work-ware
stitched in Asian bruises
respiration illnesses

a thicket of mature facts now gather
and cover paper white
my old friends

a night so drained of force rolls down
the coast

Frau
you amble in my sleep
my healthy box
of disabled malice

husband had a cat and God

malignantly few
two valleys
keeping head

precipitously above the sea



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[hillwalker]

This fractured poetry, a scatter-shot of images and ideas and words that have no right being seen next to each other, works really well.

It takes a few readings to discover the pattern of thought behind it, and to appreciate the sounds of the phrases but I think it's worth the effort.

Original and thought-provoking (if not completely comprehensible). Good work.

H

[ryandyson]

Many thanks - although I thought I was in for a slating at first! ; )

[Lumiere]

This is very interesting and merits (if not demands!) multiple readings.

After the first, I found this image extremely effective:

a night so drained of force rolls down
the coast

I look forward to more.

[ryandyson]

Many thanks!