I dug a huge momentum out of the ground

so big it made grooves in my back and lanes

in my feet and people watched and shouted

approval, some clapped, I staggered under

its weight and did not see who I passed just

moving without buckling along streets painted

yellow and gold heading to where I thought

the gods might dwell, hoping to catch them in;

busy, I suspected, from burying momentums

◄ Shockwaves

Wicca ►


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David Blake

Thu 9th Jul 2020 01:00

Almost reminds me of Roger McGough in some of his shorter stuff. I really enjoyed reading this, thanks. DB.

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