Sunday, 27 November 2011

Almost But Isn't A Smile

A silver cobweb in the window.
It’s a cold, dripping morning.
Dew has turned the grass white.
Not yet really cold, but a warning shot.
Soon, winter will be here. It arrives like
the last chapter of a novel.

The left hand is filled
with the bulk of finished pages.
The right holds the slender leaves
that remain. Always a temptation
to rush through at this stage.
To get on with the next story
in the stack. But this is a mistake:
you have to take the time
to savour every word.

Trying to make sense of these things: the silver,
black and blue. Dylan’s face, always in the shadow,
the wide-brim of his hat, that strange raising
of the upper lip that’s almost, but isn’t, a smile.

Distortions and echoes.
Before the cobweb
was formed?

2 comments:

  1. wonderful bit
    with great a great reference,

    ~robert

    ReplyDelete
  2. And great of you to say so.

    Thanks Robert.

    ReplyDelete

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